{"id":1570,"date":"2010-05-04T21:10:43","date_gmt":"2010-05-05T04:10:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coolkarma.com\/dharma\/?p=1570"},"modified":"2010-05-04T21:10:59","modified_gmt":"2010-05-05T04:10:59","slug":"the-dishes-dharma","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=1570","title":{"rendered":"The Dishes’ Dharma"},"content":{"rendered":"

“To my mind, the idea that doing dishes is unpleasant can occur only when you aren’t doing them. Once you are standing in front of the sink with your sleeves rolled up and your hands in the warm water, it is really quite pleasant. I enjoy taking my time with each dish, being fully aware of the dish, the water, and each movement of my hands. I know that if I hurry in order to eat dessert sooner, the time of washing dishes will be unpleasant and not worth living. That would be a pity, for each minute, each second of life is a miracle. The dishes themselves and that fact that I am here washing them are miracles!”<\/em>
\n–Thich Nhat Hanh<\/a><\/p>\n

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There are a thousand Zen stories about the dharma of doing the dishes.\u00a0 From the mindfulness training expressed by Brother Thay above, to the metaphoric expression that life after enlightenment is much like life before the final awakening filled with laundry and chopping wood.\u00a0 If the art of doing dishes somehow measured our progress along the path, I should think this week I have been in the carpool lane to Nirvana.\u00a0 It\u2019s been a dozen days now that we have had no kitchen sink, which also means no dishwasher.\u00a0 So each of us have had the opportunity to roll up our sleeves (ok it\u2019s southern California we don\u2019t have sleeves to roll up) and place our hands in the warm water.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I must say the entire experience of the kitchen sink project has been one that brings my Zen teaching up close and personal.\u00a0 From the groundlessness of not knowing when the plumbing venture will be complete to the present moment awareness of my dysautonmic body as I try and maneuver myself in front of a tiny barcounter sinkette off of the family room.\u00a0\u00a0 When I am feeling relatively well, I realize that I quite enjoy heating up water in the microwave and filling a small bowl with suds and taking my time with each item that I pick up in my hands.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>On one occasion during a very warm afternoon coupled with some very messy dishes that would have wrecked havoc on the tiny sinkette off of the family room, I took a large bowl of hot sudsy water and an arm load of pots, pans and food preparation tools outside in the backyard.\u00a0 As I copped a squat beside a green patch of grass and began scrubbing the tools of my trade (if I were a tradesman of any kind I suppose) I could feel this deep sense of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu.\u00a0 Not that I had ever sat in a field washing dishes by a stream before, but I could tell by some ancient cellular memory that somebody had.\u00a0 My DNA danced as the sun made the soap bubbles sparkle and the cool water from the hose tickled the backs of my middle-aged hands.\u00a0 This is how dishes should be washed.<\/em> I mused to myself.<\/p>\n

There are a lot of memories around dish washing that have tapped around my frontal lobes during the last two weeks (I realize it hasn\u2019t been quite two weeks yet, but judging by the pace we seem to be locked into it will be some time still before we once again have running water in the kitchen.)\u00a0 Growing up I remember my grandfather washing the dinner dishes often with a dab of Prell shampoo.\u00a0 He use to hum a little tune that would have made Thich Nhat Hanh proud.<\/p>\n

When I was 17 and having a dinner party of sorts, I asked one of the guests whom I had never met before if he would marry me and do the dishes every night.\u00a0 He said yes and eventually became my first husband, true to his word.<\/p>\n

With all of my hands on memories of cleaning dishes, I realize I had very little hands on experience with dishpan hands.\u00a0 So there is some enjoyment in the novelty of the Art of Dishwashing that continues to change the way we prepare, cook and clean up after our meals.<\/p>\n

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And while I do enjoy the times when my body is up to the physical demands of washing a few cups and saucers, I also see that I have very little patience and much less Zen when I see that one of my teenagers has a collection of Petri dishes in their room or when I have to re-wash all of the dinner dishes the morning after because the quality control was sorely lacking from last night\u2019s teen performance.\u00a0 Though admittedly each of those scenarios still happens even when we have a dishwashing machine in working order.\u00a0 I suspect it is one of those things that is in the DNA of teenagers to be head strong and haphazard.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m not sure I\u2019ve reached the point of seeing the chore of dishes as the miracle of life, but I certainly see the opportunity to practice the teaching in each faraway bubble and sententious scouring.\u00a0 For that I am very grateful indeed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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