Thanks to blogfriends who sent support both on n offblog. Yesterday’s post seems to have been cathartic in some ways. I didn’t find it necessary to bawl yesterday, got some stuff (both fun-stuff and necessary stuff) done. My ink client for this coming weekend called to confirm, so yay me on multiple levels, heart-mind-spirit and good old physical planes. I’m heading out to the garden and laundry today; it’s simply too beautiful to stay indoors.
Laundry is interesting for me. I love to hang my clothes. It’s a sort of meditation… anyway, here’s a brief bit (too small to be an essay. Perhaps I’ll expand upon it one day) I wrote about it some time ago:

Oh!! I do so love to hang laundry!!! Isn’t that odd? I love the fresh smell of the clothes when they hang in the clean desert air and sunshine…but that’s not the whole of it! I actually love the process, not just the result. I love the snap the wet clothes make as I remove them from the washer and shake them hard to remove the wrinkles, sorting them by size and type as I lay them in my wicker basket, carrying my basket to the table next to the lines, then carefully hanging them- starting at the furthest windward line (so they don’t flap back in my face while I’m hanging!), finger pressing seams and collars and cuffs, then stepping back to look at the form and organization. It’s like a meditation for me somehow, and at the same time gives me a sense of order, accomplishment and, silly as it may seem, beauty.

I’ve included this because I need this reminder. THAT is how I choose to look at the world! THAT is how I choose to perceive, feel and act in my life despite whatever crap may be going on. And THAT is what I’ll be doing today! Cultivating an “attitude of gratitude”.