Washing the dishes

Many things are therapeutic to people out there, and thankfully I am happy to have found mine and that is washing the dishes

I like cooking as well, I like to cook for myself. I do not like to put on a show. When I cook for myself, I feel as if there is no one to judge me but just myself. So I prefer to do it that way.

I like watching other people cook and mostly that’s chefs in movies or shows. There is something very exuberant in the way they handle food, pick out the ingredients, the aroma, the whizz in the air, the splitter and splatter of food, the clashes of the cutlery, the whisking, the tossing, the colours, blending in all the ingredients and the final presentation of the food. A wow indeed. It is a very immersive experience. I like it for all that.

After the food, comes the dishes. My favourite part, a part where I am in my zone. I feel very connected when doing the dishes. I guess it lies in the way it makes me feel, very peaceful and calm. It was a welcome ritual that soon turned into a tradition.

I also cannot stand a dirty sink piled up and I need it to be cleaned right away. So I like doing it. It’s a nice responsibilty that brings me joy, very few responsibilites tend to do that.

I roll up my sleeves, take off the watch or not take off the watch and then proceed into the cleansing. My fun begins then.

As I take the sponge with a drop of the liquid to wash the dishes, I run it under a tap that somehow gives me both cold and warm water and I can feel it very distincely on my hand as I wash the dish. It’s not warm or luke warm water that pours but cold and hot in different directions refusing to co exist.

I let the feeling of it sink in as I watch the lather on the plate and then wipe away the dirt and the remains from the plate with several strokes from the sponge. I enjoy the prismatic gleam of the bubbles and sometimes I take some lather in my hand and then blow it off and I am a kid all over again looking at the bubbles in the air. I then squeeze the sponge to release the excess water and the dirt it soaks up and then move on to a new dirty dish.

I pay attention to the sounds that come out from this while I do the dishes. I listen gently to the water that hits the surface of the plate and then to the metal sink. It is with a light force.

As I listen to the tap run, I watch the sponge soak up the water and then pay attention to it as I slowly let go of the sponge draining the water making a swoosh sound.

Even after the dish is clean, I still like to run it under water and use the sponge to gently scrub the corner, surface and sides of the plate.

Very few times, I tend to dry the plates but when I do, I sometimes take my time with it.

I think a lot every time of the day but when I am here with the dishes, it’s just me washing the dishes.

Dish after dish, a steady flow of it. As it comes down to the last dish or cutlery, I know it’s time to start packing up and then get back out there to the world.

It’s a team work when doing the dishes, I love doing it and then my friend stacks it away in it’s respective places giving them all a break from their day’s work. Silence is in the air, we are in harmony. It’s all balanced and in sync.

I do like to keep workstation clean because I cannot stand a mess. So I take a tissue and then wipe out all the dirt from the counters, the sink and then throw it away into the garbage thus putting an end to a meditative session.

I found these two great pieces on washing dishes and one of the title of the piece is washing dishes and by no means I am copying this title because even before discovering this piece, I just wrote it down. These lines below express what I enjoy so much about washing dishes.

Look at dishes this way and washing up isn’t the shouldering of a burden but a renewal of the conditions by which all this — the talking, the eating, the communion — can happen again. (Your closest friends already know this; what more concrete expression of intimacy is there than a friend elbow deep in dirty dishwater, long after everyone else has gone home?)

As a religious person without a religious affiliation, handling a dirty sink isn’t work; it’s a sweeping of the altar.

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/06/04/magazine/letter-of-recommendation-washing-dishes.html

The fact that I am standing there and washing is a wondrous reality.

I’m being completely myself, following my breath, conscious of my presence, and conscious of my thoughts and actions.

There’s no way I can be tossed around mindlessly like a bottle slapped here and there on the waves.

http://time.com/4056280/washing-dishes-stress-relief-mindfulness/

That’s it folks. Give it a chance and you might like it. This is zen if you need it to be. This is crazy if you want it to be. This is nice if you want it to be.