So I was finishing up some laundry yesterday, grumbling about it to myself. I hate laundry almost as bad as grocery shopping. Wouldn’t mind it near so much if it weren’t for the two flights of stairs that come between me and the laundry room. Usually when I’m down there I’m imagining what it would be like to have the washer and dryer on the same floor as the bedrooms.
Just so happened that the last load I took out of the dryer was the one with all the jammies and nighties in it. As I was shaking out and folding one of my nightgowns, I got a whiff of the lavender and vanilla fragrances from the soap and the dryer sheets. The gown was still warm, and I hugged it to me enjoying the scent, thinking about taking a hot shower before bed, putting it on, and climbing between clean sheets. Sounded like heaven after running up and down stairs all day.
However, my reverie was cut short as I suddenly found myself thinking about all the people in the world who would never know that sensation — not the smell, the feeling of being clean, or the lying down to rest unafraid of falling asleep. I don’t know where the thought came from, but I was unexpectedly filled with an aching kind gratitude for all those little things I take for granted.
I’m not sure what that little episode of spontaneous gratitude was all about, but it has left a lingering awareness of how very blessed I am. I made sure I stopped right then and thanked God for all the good things in my life I never think about.
Strange as it was, it felt like a gift that pulled me into the present moment and demanded that I just stop and listen to what my heart was saying to me. I’m still feeling a little bit awed by the experience. Living in the present moment is something I struggle with continually.
Don’t know why I wanted to share this. Just felt like it was right to do so. Maybe someone else out there needs to be reminded of how much we’ve been blessed in this country. Maybe it’s time we tried to figure out what we could do to spread those blessings around a little bit…