Hanging laundry outside is one of the few household chores that I’ve always enjoyed. There’s something so calming and meditative for me in the simple act of reaching into the clothes basket, grabbing the clothespins, shaking out the damp tee shirt. Then, the best part, clipping it to the line, glancing at a cloud formation or the blue, blue sky, and waiting for the air to do its thing. Sometimes, as my mind reel unwinds along with the damp clothes, I’ll get an idea for a story, or a solution to something I’ve been stuck on. (Not that I believe in writer’s block.) If only vacuuming and dusting had the same effect for me,I might do them more!
When I travel, I also find myself drawn to take pictures of laundry. I guess its the universality that appeals to me. So, as I am learning, growing as a writer and thoroughly enjoying Bread Loaf in Sicily, I give you a few photos of laundry in Palermo and Erice, Sicily.
Perhaps these pictures might work as a writing prompt for you? Would love to hear if they do!
Happy #writing and arrividerci! More on workshops and classes soon!
