Life feels sweetand smellslike clean linensout from the heatdraped overthe newly made bedwaiting to becaressed,folded,and tucked away.The scent of puritylingeringthroughout the houseas the simple actof doing laundrybrings comfort,smiles,and contentmentto the last momenteverything is backin its placeand love folds overeach drawer. ~Note:  I don't know if anyone else has a love for laundry the way I do.  I am thankful we have a retreat center because there's always laundry to be done.  There's something meditative about washing and folding and putting things away that feels very spiritual in nature.  There's joy in that simplicity.