The meal is over.
It doesn’t matter if it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
After everything has been said and done, dishes are picked up and must be diligently washed. You know how it is: if you wait, food gets stuck to the plates.
We don’t want that to happen, right?
Usually, my son does the dishes in the morning. He takes his time: he likes to make too much foam and play with it.
However, after lunch and dinner, it is my turn.
I gather my supplies, and collect all stranded dishes -don’t you hate it when you think you are done, only to find a cup that was hiding behind the TV?
Sometimes I choose a podcast and listen to it while I do my task. Others, it is just music. And there’s also the occasion when I prefer silence.
After that, there’s just the dirty dishes, the water, the dish soap, and me.
I work my way through the pile.
I do this every day. And I love it.
It’s probably the most peaceful moment of the day, this single task in front of me, nothing to think about except executing this apparently menial job. And yet…
I’m getting rid of what isn’t necessary anymore. Setting things back to order. Fixing a little corner of the world.
I have tried meditation, with mixed results. But this? This works every time.
Once I’m done, I dry my hands and admire my work. There are days when my to-do list becomes overwhelming. However, dishwashing never lets me down. As long as I can do this one thing, as long as this little routine remains in place, I know the world will keep on spinning.
At least until the next meal comes…