My latest apple took me for a trip down memory lane.
It all started when I got home from grocery shopping and realized that the 10 pack of dish towels I thought I had tossed into the cart was actually dish cloths. I already had a plethora of 14 x 14 cloths, but had destroyed the bag when I ripped them open so I couldn’t return them.
What was I going to do with all those dishcloths?
An image of my beloved Grandma flashed through my head. (No, my grandmother did not have a lightbulb-shaped head – thinking of her, gave me the idea for my next apple.)
Besides being Grandma of amazing breakfasts, dinners, suppers and snacks and Grandma of the book and plant-filled living room and Grandma of the goose bump enducing polar bear rug and Grandma of the huuuuuge garden and soap bubble blowing and tinkling chimes in the sunporch — oh, so many wonderful memories of my Grandma — and Grandma of afternoon popcorn and Scrabble, she was also the Grandma who taught me how to embroider.
This is for you, Grandma Kristensen.
I miss you.
Apple # 31
Title: Apple of my Childhood
Medium: Embroidery Floss on a Surplus Dishcloth
So now, when I’m engaged in that most mundane and endless of household chores, the apple can wink up at me from the soapy suds and remind me that creativity is everywhere. Instead of railing against the daily round of household duties, I can use the dreamy Artist Mind this repetitive chore engenders to sink into the NOW moment where all good ideas live and give them the space to bubble up in their own way and time.
Hmmm . . . maybe I should paint an apple in the bottom of the toilet bowl.
That would give my guys something to aim for
which would help reduce the size of the area around the toilet needing to be scrubbed
which would eliminate another chore
but would also result in the demise of another ‘opportunity’ to drift into Artist Mind
oh, never mind
ps. let me know if you need a dishcloth