Doing the daily dishes
daily activity that, when done as routine, becomes a gateway for blissful everyday peace: washing dishes.
Dishwashing in the age of dishwashers and domestic help unveils a realm of unassuming gratification that often goes unnoticed. It is a serene chore that embraces a unique therapeutic charm.
The tactile interaction with soapy water and porcelain — or stone, bell-metal, silver, stainless steel or even melamine — conjures a tranquil mindfulness.
The gradual removal of food remnants unveils a metamorphosis — a microcosm of cleansing and renewal. The gradual scrubbing, rinsing and stacking morph into a rhythm that is intensely calming.
The aromatic embrace of dish soap — Lemony? Minty? Keep the nose guessing — intermingles with the running water and soft squeeze of sponge in your hand, a sensory trio that enchants the senses.
Stacking up washed dishes is stacking up each day. And, with each round of rinse, a sense of accomplishment continues.
