Folded Freshly Laundered Towels
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So exactly what is "just so, perfect, impeccable"?
There isn't a better place, there isn't a better research
laboratory (if you will), there's no better opportunity
to experiment with, to inquire into, to investigate what "just so,
perfect, and impeccable" is, than in a laundry. Show me how you do
your laundry, and I'll tell you the
state
of your closets. Show me how you iron and fold your laundry after
it's washed and dried, and I'll tell you how you make love.
Laundry's either folded just so ... or it's not. It's either
perfect ... or it's not. It's either impeccable ... or it's not.
There's no reason for doing it that way. There's no reason for
doing it just so, perfect, impeccable. That's the
Zen
of laundry, a
Zen
calling for the opportunity to not stop at good enough and merely
OK, and to do it just so, perfect, impeccable, for no reason -
especially if no one's
watching.
In the basement of
Werner's home,
the laundry area is immaculately laid out and well stocked. In the
busy-ness of a life, if a system is in place and occasions for
doing the laundry are scheduled, it obviously serves people. It
serves you, just as it serves me, just as it serves
Werner.
This is what's not so obvious: there's also an opportunity to
assist with a seemingly menial task like doing the laundry just so,
perfectly, impeccably, which serves everyone fortunate enough to
assist here.
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