Tell me a story…

“It was with great joy and delight that she took the dirty container that once held the pork marinade and added it, rinsed, to the dishwasher. Perhaps to most onlookers, feeling joy over something so mundane would be like raising the mediocre to underserved and elevated levels of grandeur. She, however, had a strong appreciation for the long process that had brought the appliance, the marinade, and the white hands to the conjoined moment in time. She knew a year ago there had been only talk of a new dishwasher “someday”, and mojo on pork had not sat on the table in a long time, and the white hands were not typcially there on a Wednesday. She knew that a year ago they had not yet learned how fun it would be to do projects together, not yet had a year of truly fantastic meal experiences, and were not yet waking together midweek. And so, ordinary items in our days converge to tell a deeper story, if we let them. That is why the little tangible things we use to fill our spaces can feel so heavy with meaning. It is also why our daily rhythms can be of such a sacrament, and why sometimes, keeping too much around is a heavy noose of baggage around our necks. When the song of a dishwasher’s cycle sounds like the soundtrack of accomplishment, making one smile deeply with contentment, there is no doubt that a story that led to that moment.”

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About tiajulianna

Creative spirit with a soul that is healing; inquisitive mind, maternal heart and very stubborn redhead who believes People Are Beautiful.
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