LifeCentering

 Doing Laundry and Folding Clothes: Volume 7

Warm Laundry, Winding Roads

There’s something about folding warm laundry fresh from the dryer that invites the mind to wander. My hands move through the motions, but my thoughts drift elsewhere—into memories I rarely pause to explore during the rush of the day.

I think of family and friends, of moments that shaped me, and of the winding path that led me to the place I now call home.

These inner conversations are a gift. Most of the memories that drift into my mind settle with a gentle touch, like the warmth of the laundry itself—rich with the love of those who’ve shared my journey.

As with any journey, there are choices we make and forks in the road, each offering its own experiences. In the highs, and sometimes the lows, I find space to review and revise my feelings about what I’ve—hopefully—learned through the years.

Looking back, we may recall a time when someone else—or we ourselves—took a different path. That memory can stir a quiet sense of loss. I’ve faced several such junctures of major change. You probably have too.

But remembering those moments doesn’t mean we should have chosen differently. We can’t know whether our lives would have turned out better or worse. Still, reflection may offer lessons worth considering.

These are preliminary thoughts. They’re not finished.

As I contemplate where they may lead, I leave you to your own memories—of paths taken and roads less traveled.

May your journey be fruitful and richly satisfying.