I did my first hand wash after having gotten rid of the washing machine. The plan was to get a double tub, old style one, it still is, the time just hasn't arrived yet. I made a batch of towels, and a batch of underwear. It took a loooong time, but very satisfying procedure in its own way. In fact, I'm impressed and quite satisfied with the result. They look and smell cleaner and more fresh than the automatic wash system. It was a therapeutic process too, forced me to slow down and attune to the senses. The reason why I love, cherish and appreciate handwork so much is because it has that kind of calming effect on my system, and takes me away from the madness of this world, albeit briefly or temporarily. This wash however, has brought something new to appreciate and enjoy, it included my feet! I didn't just use my hands, but I used a large and sturdy basin that allowed me to step feet inside, so I stood on the washing, with the exact warm temperature I've chosen for each batch, and washing powder, with real time adjustments, and I stood and stomped on them, repeatedly and sporadically. I even used this process in the rinsing phase. Eventually, I had to do final rinse on the sink under direct running water, and twisted squeezed them dry by hand. I have them now hanging, there is no sun and doesn't look like it's gonna get sunny today at all, but some blowing wind should do, hopefully. If not, I shall keep checking for any signs of rain when it's evening time, and perhaps bring them inside before I sleep if the skies remain cloudy and rain promisey. I just came up with that word, I like it. Rain promisey Rain promisey. I sure wish it was sun promisey though, I haven't gotten any in few days, and I can truly notice the change this has on my system. That poor system and all it has endured and endures.
Anyhow, grateful for the blessings, for good health, for strong feet, though ankles, knees, and hips are weak. For strong hands, though arms and shoulders are achy. For brief moments of fresh air, though the city is filthy. For peeking into winter time, for the cool breeze and the cold wind. For mighty lightnening, for mighty thunder, and for a warm bed and clean sheets, and the empty space that I keep as is, not filled with toxic anything or anybody, and makes room for grace, and abundant flow of everything and anything Divine.
Thank you, more bliss please.
Amen.