With only silence for company this morning, the deck door open, cool air wafting in, I set out to clean the mess that was my kitchen. Starting with the island, I wiped, washed, dried and turned my attention to the sink. Watching layers of dust and grime wash off, the actual feel of the metal against my skin strangely made me happy. Washing the microwave glass plate in warm sudsy water, I watched it slip from my hand. There was nothing I could do. It was a feeling of sheer helplessness. I could feel it slipping, my hands too soapy to get any grip. I watched it fall with a thud and my mind went into overdrive visualizing it crack into a million pieces. I could watch my next hour flash in front of my eyes picking up pieces and removing all evidence of its existence.
Thankfully I was spared and nothing happened. Patting my hands dry after a marathon cleaning session, mid morning cup of filter coffee in hand, I sat down to trap the words as they formed loose patterns in my head.
The mundane incident of the glass plate suddenly seemed to symbolize everything in my world. I imagine and re-imagine my future based on each event I have no control on. What if nothing happened? As much as I try to grip the present with my soapy hands and a sinking feeling in my mind, what if the plate actually does not crack. Sometimes clarity comes from unexpected quarters. Smiling, I whistled a tune as I tapped away on my keyboard. Its precisely moments like these that are worth capturing.
Have a lovely weekend!