I often get inspiration in the kitchen… In my small, New York apartment kitchen.
It’s a kitchen with the basics: stove, sink, refrigerator…yet it lacks a dishwasher.
I realize that a dishwasher is not a necessity — but it’s a nicety.
A dishwasher quickly washes away grease and grime in a flash…And saves delicate hands and manicured nails from disaster…
But since a dishwasher could never fit within the miniscule confines of my kitchen walls, I often thought that my life, sans-dishwasher, was limited.
I was wrong.
Today, as I toiled with a strainer full of stuck-on spaghetti and with a pot of pasted-on potatoes, I realized that the ritual of washing dishes allows me to be “in the moment”.
I wasn’t thinking about my past, nor about my future…
I was just here and now…
Just the lemon-scented bubbles…the neon-green sponge…and me.
And so yesterday’s pasta party is but only a memory.
And tonight’s tagliatelle or tomorrow’s tortellini hasn’t happened yet.
Thanks yet again to my kitchen, I got inspiration today.
To live in the moment…and to cherish it…
Just the bubbles…the sponge…and me.