Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Reflection in the middle of the night...
For professional reasons, I was a guest at a local Conference/Retreat Centre (formerly, a very very large convent).
For epidemiological reasons, I found myself on my knees shortly after midnight. Not, alas, in any of the beautiful, tranquil, inspiring chapel spaces on the premises. But in the little ensuite bathroom assigned to me.
I had extended opportunity to examine the furniture of that bathroom, closely.
And midway through the seance, it occurred to me: that the misery of gastro-intestinal upset is very materially lessened when all the porcelain ware within reach is as clean and shiny as your grandmother's bone china... as when you just have to rest your forehead on that rim...and you do so in the perfect tranquil confidence that you're not going to catch anything. Else.
"Self," I said, reflecting..."how about we keep this moment in mind, the next time we decide we'd just rather defer scrubbing the bathrooms at home, yet again? How about we re-visit the Nasty Jobs, now and then, as welcome and easy opportunities to look after us, better? H'm? Instead of just Sordid Ordeals?"
And Self couldn't think of a single smart-aleck thing to say.
Believe me...if you get to pick the venue in which you're going to "hug the bowl," all night--hard to beat a NUN-CLEAN convent bathroom. Just sayin'.