Now in the lockdown, I have rediscovered an old joy, the joy of washing dishes. In my twenties, when I first started living by myself in a flat, I first discovered that nothing calmed me down as much as washing dishes. I would stand at the sink, in good light, and clean for an hour every evening, and feel wonderfully relaxed after that. I would lose myself in the simple process of scrubbing everything in the sink, then looking at each piece once more to see if it needed a second scrub to get rid of some stubborn stain. There was nothing automatic about it, my mind was constantly busy, examining differently shaped objects, looking for spaces where food could hide, changing scrubbers according to need, sometimes simply using muscle. There was no reason why this should have been calming: the constant identification and solution of a stream of problems. But it was.
Many years later when I re-read Robert Pirsig’s cult classic (for a certain generation) Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, it all came together for me. Zen, dhyana, is being mindful of the moment, immersing yourself completely in the simple flow of things, something that you find so absorbing, that it drives every thing else out of your mind. Zen can be anything: archery, chopping vegetables, mathematics, washing dishes, copy-editing a manuscript, cleaning out a cupboard, learning to play music just beyond your capability, mopping the floor. There is no need to listen to the obscure words of sages (If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, … Blake). The coronavirus has given me a wonderful new shot at achieving inner peace.
Wonderful post. I don’t like washing dishes but have to, as I can’t see anything dirty around me. When everything around the house is clean, that’s when I find my zen but not in the process.
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Different paths, perhaps
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As I started reading this post, mindful bartan-cleaning is what came to my mind and there you mentioned it in the latter part of your post. It amazes to think how one person’s utter dislike can be another person’s utter bliss. So similar human beings are, yet so different!
Now, I’m thinking there could be maids who actually find joy in this activity. Much like, say a dress designer who likes sewing. Bad e.g. but still, you get the point….
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Repeated endlessly through the day, the zenniness might wear off
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I can relate to the liking of washing the dishes , LOL! 🙂
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Join the club 🙂
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Feel free to get your zen on at our sink while I find mine elsewhere. 🥰🤭😉
janet
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Social distancing has to be maintained at this time 🙂
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I’ll gladly step into the next room with my book!
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No thanks. I’d rather not be a possible carrier
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🙂 Excuses, excuses. I think your dishes are the only zen ones for you.
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That is likely 🙂
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When I was younger I read Zen and The Art of Tennis – basically all the same concept. It helped then as does mindfulness now. Anything that keeps the hands and the mind busy is very helpful for me at the moment.
Lovely door too 🙂
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Somehow it never makes sense until one day it does. Even Kung Fu Panda makes deep sense now.
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Wow:) I wish I could say the same. Sadly, the joy of washing dishes still eludes me:) Must keep at it.
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Find something else
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🙂 Working on it. I’m thinking chopping…there’s a soothing cadence to it:)
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.. and the edge 🙂
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I have exactly the same feeling while and after doing the dishes, you described it all so well. I enjoyed reading your post. 🙂
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Nice to meet another person on my way to zen. Thanks.
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I know what you mean but it’s not washing dushes that does it for me. Gorgeous door by the way and very fitting since it’s Thursday’s Doors over at Norm 2.0.
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Thanks. Everyone has their own way. The way is zen 🙂
It is easy to be obscure
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😎
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I find this quite interesting, IJK, and a valuable lesson. Instead of trying to comprehend metaphors in written words, and deriving meaning through rampant interpretation of possibly innocuous writings of yore, just be there – in the present and soak in that essence. Thanks for this meaningful insight.
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Thanks. Nice to share my epiphany
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