OK, I admit it. Some days it’s a little difficult to get my creative juices flowing. When Sun Salutations and extra coffee just don’t do it for me, I resort to my secret weapon, a form of domestic meditation known to women the world over for centuries but seldom revealed in public.

I iron. Yes, that’s right. I cozy up to an overflowing basket of white handkerchiefs, plaid table napkins and assorted cotton shirts and let the good times roll.

Who says that it is necessary to sit cross legged on a cushion and empty ones mind of all thoughts to clear away the fog? It may work for monks on a mountain top but not for most people. Anyone who has ever found peace while polishing a car, swaying to soothe a baby, chopping wood in a forest or scrubbing a floor on hands and knees, knows that repetitive motion, scent, sound and practical activity can do the trick. So, let me tell you about my personal salvation through an ordinary household task.

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