Each day I am either irritated or entranced by the dozens of movements in synchrony that compose daily life--eye and hand coordination to load the dishwasher, percussive slotting of glassware and earthenware; contretemps the motions from sink to trash, the barrel sliding forward from its drawer with a flick of the hip to close it again. Each lift, each balance, each push and pull, pick up and set down. Ballet of necessity.
This network of motion reminds me of the web of human relationships that underpin my life--hand to hand, grasp and let go, settle into place, wipe clean. And repeat. Dishes, utensils, cups and bowls in ever-shifting arrangements, daily, weekly, monthly, annually. How wonderful to have this.