Relentless and never-ending, my laundry hamper seems to be forever bursting full. No matter how many times I separate and sort, no matter how many piles of whites, darks and colours I load into the machine, somehow I just can’t get the basket to empty.
In the same way life can feel like laundry. Like dirty whites in desperate need of a good soak, to be wrung out, hung out and battered by mother nature. Like in the way you can sometimes dwindle down the worries, the anxieties and fears, but before you can empty them someone comes along and dumps a whole load more in, and the laundry hamper is bursting yet again, and the weight is tearing you at the seams.
Then it’s time to rinse and spin and remove all the nasty stains, all the foul odours and impurities. Everyday a fresh load, everyday renewed.
But when the spinning stops and the dizzy clears and the stains have been removed, then we can learn to appreciate the need for the daily cleanse. We know these very things will soon enough find their way back into the dirty pile, these stains will once again leave marks on our hearts, but for now we can just enjoy planting our faces into the clean and fresh and taking deep renewing breaths of fragrant, freshly washed laundry.
I am linking up today, albeit a little late, with the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker for the fantastic five minute friday.