summer laundry

I love doing laundry, especially on a warm, breezy summer day when everything dries in about one hour after hanging it on the line.  The smell of clean wet sheets from the washer to the line and then to watch as they flap in the breeze and know how heavenly they will be as I crawl into bed in the evening.  This has been a summer of cleansing the house and my self.  Shaking the dust out of the curtains and vacumning the carpert and furniture.   There is much to be done before school and work start again and I feel the urgency to pick up the pace and move on.  My inner self is digging out the deep places of my soul where there is much to wash, air and dry as I stretch my faith and move on.  On to new places to explore and new ideas to test and most of all new trails to climb as I grow in this season of my life.  And so, like my laundry I shake off the pain and weariness that has so encompassed me this past month and take up the clean laundry and fold it and place it in a clean, fresh room ready for the Guest to take residence in my life and restore my soul .