
This week I have my back to the design wall because it is holding a project that is not ready to share. And I am taking a break from that project to do a bit of ironing and enjoy the sunshine. When I stand at my ironing board, I often think of my mother. She spent so much time with her iron and board in those days before permanent press. One day, I commented that it seemed like a boring task but she told me that she really enjoyed ironing because it was time to be rooted, fairly still in front of the board, and a time let her mind wander. I have always loved natural fibers (especially linen) so I too spend a fair amount of time with my iron and I have to agree, the warmth of the steam as it presses the fabrics can be very meditative.
This brought to mind a book I have been reading, Everyday Sacred by Sue Bender. In this book, she tells the story of a begging bowl – “All I knew about a begging bowl was that each day a monk goes out with his empty bowl in his hands. Whatever is placed in the bowl will be his nourishment for the day.” She begins to ask herself a simple question, what do I need in my bowl. Isn’t that a lovely way to frame our days?

So that is what I am thinking about as we head into a new month – what do I need in my bowl this day, and then the next, not trying to think too far ahead because that is where the flurry of busy-ness begins to make the beauty of each day fall away.


