I have not had a washing machine for years so I know this feeling. That mounting dread when Saturday comes -my labada day, and I have mountains and mountains
...I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down. into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
