Five Minute Friday: Laundry

{linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday…She gives us all a writing prompt and we write, uninterrupted, with very little editing for 5 minutes. Imperfect but real…This is my first post. Here it is. Yikes!}

I fight with the daily-ness of life. I wrestle tubs of laundry to the dirty laundromat where I curse a fallen towel and the fact that a quarter only buys me 5 minutes of dryer time. And I wonder where, amidst this mess, I could find the bravery to say a quivering “yes” to the bigger things of life. 
I look across the folding table at the laundromat and I see an abandoned single tiny white baby sock, impossibly small to my eyes unaccustomed to baby things, and I think of the family who left it behind. The story is untold. And the untold story behind someone else’s laundry makes me realize that my own dirty laundry isn’t such an imposition. Maybe it speaks of bigger things.
This blessing of a curse of having to get OUT of my own house and INTO life with other people to do something as simple as wash my laundry sometimes it feels like too much of a metaphor, you know? I like to sit quietly in my quiet house and feel “lonely.” Sometimes being out in a crowd, with a bunch of people screaming and screeching and practically blasting life from a bullhorn makes me feel at once lonelier and startled and scared, like a fawn seeing things out in the world for what they are: that not all humans are friendly, and cars, with their interesting lights and fascinating sounds are actually quite dangerous to a little fawn, and are best avoided. 
God calls me to things outside of myself, outside of my home where I find company in haphazard laundry flung over the sofa, because when this place is fully clean it seems sterile and empty and lifeless. Much like how I feel when I’ve reached the edge of being able to decipher the difference in my life between what is clean and what is dirty and what needs to be washed and what just needs to be hung up again and brushed off. It is difficult, this deciphering, sometimes. It makes words difficult. It makes it nearly impossible for me to find a way to utter “yes.” 
I have to step outside for a moment, and run off the front porch into the clear, lukewarm October evening and spin around and look at the stars and it takes being reminded by stars and abandoned baby socks in laundromats to make me contemplate that maybe I have no air left in my lungs to say yes too loudly, and certainly not enough to shout it over my life. 
Maybe, I think, under the stars, just maybe I have enough to say it with my heart to the God of the heavens who can hear our heart-language, unspoken but felt, as the moon rises early. 

Monday Mid Day

It’s Monday already? It’s Mid Day on Monday already?! It’s JULY 11th ALREADY?! It’s 7/11/11 folks. That just tickles me.

Time-warp. Twilight zone. Average intelligence. {inside joke from this weekend, that last one. annoying, i know. sorry
Monday’s Song:

Trust me–happy music can be hard to come by. Which is why I’m excited that Colbie Caillait’s new CD comes out tomorrow! She always has happy music, and I think this one will be especially so because she just fell in love, and I’m sure the music will reflect that. 

Pretty Little Thing:

Those chocolate-cherry scones I baked up? A few of them were tucked into little natural waxed paper bags, and tied with some cute washi tape (my new obsession!!!!!! the cutest ever! click here for more adorable tape than you could ever imagine. and it’s like masking tape, so it peels off easily and is reusable, and won’t take paint off your walls. the jackpot!! ) for some friends :

The cutest new laundry detergent on the block:

Perfect for hand-washing! This is actually just what I need. I usually grab some body wash or shampoo from the shower to hand-wash my delicates in a little tub in the sink. But last week, I noticed one of my body washes left a stain where it landed in a glob on the garment. Not cool at all!

Have a lovely Monday, my lovelies!