Dishes
Sometimes, I love doing my dishes. There is something so sensuous and contemplative about it, when I do it right. One of my favorite memories is of you, lethe555, at the Zen center, standing at the big kitchen sink (were you barefoot? I seem to recall that you were, but maybe my brain warped the memory), finishing up the dishes. You were so serene and grounded, and I thought, "That's how I want to be, always." But it's hard for me to stay in that place. My ill-trained brain is all over, and often I do things, then half or all the way through the task, I snap to reality. But sometimes, especially while doing the dishes, I'm actually fully present and fully aware.