There was a time back when I washed all of our house hold laundry by hand for over a year as a sort of experiment with an aspect of third world culture. When we finally purchased a nearly new working washing machine I remember sitting down in front of it while it went through it's cycles in amazement and deep appreciation. A few weeks ago I was leaning on the door while pulling out the laundry when suddenly the door hinge cracked. Our wonderful washing machine now refuses to spin and I am back to laundry by hand. I am finding it surprisingly enjoyable.
There is something very soothing about rubbing warm soaking wet clothes over a wash board in the basement. It is also beautiful to see all the different clothes and linen of the Beerhorst family hanging on the line through the backyard garden. I know that outside of America there are people all over the world washing their laundry by hand like I am and I appreciate this sense of connectedness. It is a curious to me how sometimes things that we depend on have to be taken away and in the process life takes on even more vibrancy.