One of my favourite jobs at home is hanging the laundry out to dry. I’m not exactly sure why I love this mundane ritual so much, but I have done it since I was a girl and have always enjoyed arranging them, pinning them up, taking them down and smelling their unbelievably intoxicating scent when I bring them indoors to fold.
Pleasure comes in different forms of course, but none seem so potent to me as those that are stripped down, simple—laundry hung out to dry, homemade bread, sunbathing, road trip on a vintage Harley, sleeping under the stars, salt. I love all these things and my life would be so much poorer if I had no time for exploring all this everyday opulence.
It’s important to take care of our life. When we get too busy—when we fail to draw appropriate boundaries protecting the sanctity of our life—we are essentially robbing ourselves of opportunities for experiencing such joy. Think about it. A life with no room to exhale, is also the life with no room to inhale. Breathing is a necessity, not a luxury, yes?
We need room to breathe in our lives if we truly want to experience the pleasure, the joy, of being alive.
Life is complex enough. Hanging laundry out to dry is simple. Perhaps this is why I enjoy it so much, and why there is such power in uncomplicated sources of pleasure—power to entertain, power to edify and power to sustain us body and soul.