Routine is essential, but only tolerable in small doses.
And without repetition my sense is that we might still be asking people to help us on with our shoes.
But we need the mundane tasks like washing of clothes; they go on, get dirty, come off, in the wash, on the line, put away, back on again, and around, and around, forever.
Don’t get me wrong, I love clothes. I love clean clothes more.
For me adventure is an attitude. Without time to recognise the remarkable all that remains is the mundane.
The freedom to abandon routine, to relinquish the mundane, to not have to wash clothes for an indeterminate amount of time, this would give me the freedom to contemplate the majesty of the cosmos with less interruption.
I’m not sure whether to blame dirt or myself. Or clothes.
All appears o have a part to play in this.
Stain removal has just never done it for me in that way, it stifles my capacity to recognise the grand adventure that, in my more forgiving and grateful moments, I truly perceive this life to be.
Mr X
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