I hate washing up, that’s what dishwashers are for. But there is always that one pan that won’t fit in or that one item that shouldn’t go in. My family has taken to giving each other mugs as gifts recently, but they always have fancy details like gold spots or heat revealing designs and will be ruined by the practicality of being washed in a dishwasher.
I was at the sink running a bowl of water to do the washing up and I brushed over some old roses in a jug. Petals fell into the soapy water. Bright pink, half dried petals fell into the bubbly froth and I paused. At first, my inclination was to feel annoyed and to scoop out the petals, another mess I needed to clear up. But then it brought to mind a fancy bubble bath and I thought well, how luxurious, maybe we should all be doing our washing up with rose petals.
So I’m already irritated by the washing up I have to do, the rose petals I have to clear up and then writing inspiration strikes with my hands stuck in soapy water.
What is it with water? It has magical properties, I’m sure. I always have a line of thought that sounds like an award-winning piece of prose, or a witty retort that comes to mind when I’m in the shower or now with my hands in the washing up water. Annoyance number three.
The rose petals bob there in the froth, winking at me as if they know. It’s rose petals in the washing up! Beauty in the mundane. Glamour in the chores. And this is what I preach to myself almost daily. To be present, to chase down the beauty even when life is hard. To find the beauty in the tough stuff, the chink of light at the end of a very long tunnel.
Beauty in the mundane
I take photos of the flower in the hedgerow, the sunset, the sky, the view, the shiny conkers on the gravel. I make myself chase natural beauty, it keeps me mindful, it makes me smile and my soul sing. It reminds me of the presence of God in all things. These are the moments that keep my head on straight and my eyes lifted up.
So I do the dishes, I wash those precious mugs and those rose petals bob alongside my hands. I finish the job, drain the water and lift out those petals for the bin. Those petals one last gift of beauty to my day, my mind, my writing and now for you.
So, if you hate washing up try spreading some rose petals across the water, treat yourself.
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