There’s something very pleasing about washing dishes. It soothes and smooths me, much like tapping on the keyboard. It’s easier though. It requires no thinking. I turn on the tap and away I go, scrubbing one thing after another. Then there’s the rinsing and putting it on the rack to dry. It’s a dance of the dishes – scrub, rinse and dry.

It has a calming effect on me when I am at a loss of what and how to do. A dance session at the sink settles my nerves and erratic thoughts. By the end all the scrambled thinking falls into their rightful places like – pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I feel such pleasure at this moment. I sink into it so that I can remember and conjure it up when there are no dishes to do.

In the moment, I am in the flow. I am one with the Universe. In the moment, I know what and how to do. The words and ideas find their way to me. And I tap them onto the page before they are lost.