Breathing in, I wash the dishes,
Aware of their usefulness in holding
Nourishing meals that have sustained my family for many years.
I wonder why it is always, always me doing the dishes
And whether, interconnected as all human beings are,
This may be the one exception.
Breathing out, I release my feelings into the universe, ever hopeful that someone, somewhere,
Will sense my need,
And offer to help.
I open my heart to the possibility of this miracle.
This, and other similar gathas by Jenny Allen, were in a recent New Yorker.
There are many gathas available for daily activity at Zen Center; I tended to use the one for bathing more than most, with the head-shaving one also prominent in my post-ordination years.