Not exact matches
I sat down at the computer again to try to find a few words to say how I find God in this daily place and in this
work, how I only learned to pray when I began to pray with my hands and my attention on purpose and how most
of prayer to me now is listening and abiding, how I believe it would be nice to have a lovely housekeeper and a clean house and to create amazing soaring art with all
of the white space
of an uncluttered life and glorious heights
of transcendent spirituality, I guess, but I need the God who sits in the mud and in the cold wind, in the
laundry pile and in the city park, who embodies grief and joy, wisdom and patience, loneliness as companionship, renewal with simplicity and a good deep breath, and who even now shows up in the unlikeliest and homeliest
of lives too, as a sacrament
of and blessing for the ordinary things.
Do you know those moments: Stress at
work, at home a huge
pile of laundry is waiting for you, the kids have their «I make your life as hard as possible» phase and on top
of all that you are supposed to cook, clean and smile?!
It's quite eye opening for new parents who used to have quite the efficient household to accept that the day is over and you still have
piles of dishes,
laundry, other cleaning and
work to do!
It's basically like a hose that comes out
of your sink, you know, one
of those old school hoses that comes out to help you do the dishes, same type
of thing, next to the toilet, spread off like you do but, our
laundry room is next door so, I just put them in my utility sink that's there and kind
of, my husband and I, actually we put in there, we may throw a little oxy cleaner, may be little like earth friendly solution like, back out or something to help with the smell or we put a spray a little bit with a little bit
of you know, deodorizer or something you get in the store that
works with diapers and we throw them in the sink and when I'm ready to do the
laundry, just stays there,
piles up.
Whether it's something at
work you've been avoiding or that horrendous
pile of dirty
laundry, when it's finally done you'll feel a huge surge
of energy that will pick you up for the rest
of the day.
When I
work from home, the distraction is everywhere — from occasional
pile of dirty dishes to
laundry.
Between
laundry piling up, packages being delivered and the sight
of your cozy bed,
working from home can be an easy distraction.
In the Nudes in the Landscape show, as in Women at
Work, all
of the female figures are in fact based on drawings from a single nude model who posed for Ms. Dodd in the model's Maine garden, where all the props to be seen in the figure compositions - the clothesline with
laundry, the wood
pile, the house and garden - were already in place.
Throw in a cold basement (the deep ocean), an active kitchen and
laundry room, some walk - in refridgerators, a few spare baths that generate clouds
of steam, a maid that sometimes clears the messy
laundry piles and dust from the heat vents, and we get closer to a
working model.
Instead, they're inundated with normal distractions —
work stress,
piles of laundry, figuring out how to make the car run for one more year, helping the kids with math homework.
It's been an on - going struggle the last six years to make it a
working space, and just when I think I've finally conquered it, someone leaves
laundry bins in front
of the craft shelves, causing the crafts to
pile up on the side table, preventing us from finding the things we need in the stationary drawers, and sewing bins
pile up beneath that.
, and
laundry piled in front
of the dryer, although we
worked hard to also make it a pretty space.
Oh yeah, embracing the chaos that comes when home is church and
work and school — so there's usually
piles of papers, mail to sort,
laundry, crafts and creative projects waiting to be finished and so on:)