We are putting things away, Helen and I. She moves to the left so I move to the right. Hand her a dish. Wash a bowl. Another bowl. She turns on the dishwasher. I toss a paper bag into recycling. There was a time when I didn't think, how wonderful, how miraculous to put things away. But that was before I knew how quickly life could change. Now, sometimes, like tonight, I am acutely aware of the luminousness of the ordinary. To live in a beautiful house. To just have had a lovely dinner with lovely people, and now to be quietly and happily putting things away.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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