Such a simple vignette, loaded with meaning for me.
After almost 6 years of temporary living my brain just shut down. “NO MORE!”. No. More. Anything. ANYTHING! I had no idea what had been building up until the tidal wave hit me, and knocked me over. I couldn’t hold more than one thought in my head at one moment. Just completely shut down.
So we’ve settled. We’ve rented a place and we’ll be here until our new place is finished. And then we’ll move there. And I sigh a huge sigh of relief, and breathe again. It’s light, and sunny and has space.
It felt as though all creativity had disappeared. I didn’t know what pictures I wanted to make for myself to share here, and apart from work assignments the camera has not been in my hand. That was until I walked down the hall and saw the washing basket welcoming me. Such a simple vignette loaded with meaning.
I must have been a washerwoman in a previous life. My domestic bliss is doing washing, hanging it on the line, bringing it in and folding it. One of the first things I claimed from Mum’s was her washing basket. And apart from the subject was the light, and the space, and the knowing that I could wash any time I wanted. With no concern for anyone else’s machine, or time, or space. Such a simple thing.