I do some of my best thinking, or meditating if you will, while doing repetitive physical work. Folding and hanging laundry allows me to keep my hands busy and leaves my mind free to wander. I seem to be able to think at a deeper level when I am busy doing something over and over again. One of the things I have meditated upon is is how a new baby in the family can be likened very simply to "one more laundry pile". Just like at the dinner table where each of us has our own particular place, we fold our laundry into stacks that are always in the same spot. My grandson who lives here has brought to our family a great deal of joy and love and has been no more trouble than adding one more laundry pile. His is on the back left.
