This Place is a Dump.

Who made this mess? Really, I'd like to know.

I have two guesses. One guilty party currently has her cheeks packed with curried venison meatballs. The other guilty party is currently blowing sawdust all over a workshop about 10 miles away.

That kitchen really is a mess.

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It has been said that one Buddhist reached enlightenment while washing dishes. I try to keep that in mind. Washing dishes is not a meditative time for me. I wonder if this Buddhist is of modern times; the book did not say.

When I do the dishes: Mason jar lids roll out of the dish rack and dive into a greasy pan. Top heavy spoons pitch over the side of utensil holder. Leftovers containers stack up like clothing in a suitcase at the end of a long trip. Did the Buddhist not mind the smell of a scrubbing pad against a cast iron pan encrusted with scrambled eggs?

I have a long way to go.

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I grind the coffee beans with the mortar and pestle Jared made for me. I laugh to myself, "Boy, this place is a mess."

I experience a flicker of calm. I'm surrounded by familiar things, each with its own story. And then, for a brief moment, I see it all in color and light. I'm removed and my insides feel like the are expanding and becoming lighter. Everything before me is amazing. This happens sometimes when I photograph. It is a great feeling. I think this what is meant by mindfulness. In that moment, I'm mindful of my occupation.

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Interconnectedness. What an awful word.

This is a word with a prefix, a past tense verb ending, and a suffix. Does English have any better way of expressing the very nature of all life?

Advertising copy doesn't offer a synonym for Interconnectedness. Cereal boxes and ketchup bottles lyricize about harmony, oats, and lycopene. The Dr. Bronner's bottle screams out from a flurry of text "ALL ONE! ALL ONE!" Nearly every toilet paper manufacturer has become the Walt Whitman of recycled junk mail.

Image-makers struggle with language. "I'm making connections, connecting to my environment, building bridges, erasing lines," we say in our artists statements.

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It's time to go for a walk.