{"id":1725,"date":"2016-03-31T16:06:51","date_gmt":"2016-03-31T16:06:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/?p=1725"},"modified":"2016-04-01T11:17:49","modified_gmt":"2016-04-01T11:17:49","slug":"old-chore-new-challenge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/old-chore-new-challenge\/","title":{"rendered":"Old Chore, New Challenge"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It&#8217;s always a gift when you find\u00a0a way to see something with new eyes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><strong>Dirty Dishes<\/strong><br \/>\n&#8220;My life will always have dirty dishes.<br \/>\nIf this sink can become<br \/>\na place of contemplation<br \/>\nlet me learn constancy here&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8212; Gunilla Norris, <em>Being Home<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The above is an excerpt from a meditation by <a href=\"http:\/\/gunillanorris.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Gunilla Norris<\/a> in her 1991 book <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Being-Home-Gunilla-Norris-ebook\/dp\/B009FKVR30\/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1459192051&amp;sr=1-4&amp;keywords=being+home\" target=\"_blank\">Being Home<\/a>.\u00a0<\/em> I bought the book years ago in my search for a way to be at peace with the myriad of endlessly repetitive and menial tasks that are a fact of life when tending a home with young children. I loved the children part, but not so much the housework.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1728\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1728\" class=\"wp-image-1728\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Dishes-1024x652.jpg?resize=500%2C318\" alt=\"Dishes\" width=\"500\" height=\"318\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Dishes.jpg?resize=1024%2C652&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Dishes.jpg?resize=300%2C191&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Dishes.jpg?resize=768%2C489&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Dishes.jpg?resize=624%2C397&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Dishes.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Dishes.jpg?w=1875&amp;ssl=1 1875w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-1728\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Jumble<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a92016 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It&#8217;s a soothing little book with lovely black and white photographs by Greta D. Sibley. In fact, I think those photos did more to help me\u00a0reframe my perspective on daily chores than the meditations. Well, in all honesty I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;ve ever been able to achieve\u00a0a better attitude about\u00a0housework, but Sibley&#8217;s\u00a0images absolutely\u00a0contributed to the way I observe the details of the ordinary.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1729\" style=\"width: 373px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1729\" class=\"wp-image-1729\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/MeasuringCup-Waterbottle-744x1024.jpg?resize=363%2C500\" alt=\"MeasuringCup-&amp;-Waterbottle\" width=\"363\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/MeasuringCup-Waterbottle.jpg?resize=744%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 744w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/MeasuringCup-Waterbottle.jpg?resize=218%2C300&amp;ssl=1 218w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/MeasuringCup-Waterbottle.jpg?resize=768%2C1057&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/MeasuringCup-Waterbottle.jpg?resize=624%2C859&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/MeasuringCup-Waterbottle.jpg?w=1743&amp;ssl=1 1743w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/MeasuringCup-Waterbottle.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 363px) 100vw, 363px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-1729\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>String of Circles<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a92016 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There is a wonderful\u00a0irony in the fact that the piles of dishes that had no redeeming qualities 25 years ago have indeed evolved into a source of contemplation. They now assume another mantle, that of a place of study &#8212; of shape, value, pattern and composition &#8212; a place &#8220;to <em>be<\/em>&#8220;, as Norris says in her introduction, &#8220;in the extraordinary beauty of dailiness&#8221;.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1730\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1730\" class=\"wp-image-1730\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/SInk-1024x737.jpg?resize=500%2C360\" alt=\"SInk\" width=\"500\" height=\"360\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/SInk.jpg?resize=1024%2C737&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/SInk.jpg?resize=300%2C216&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/SInk.jpg?resize=768%2C553&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/SInk.jpg?resize=624%2C449&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/SInk.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/SInk.jpg?w=1875&amp;ssl=1 1875w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-1730\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Sink<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a92016 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And she was right, my life\u00a0<em>will<\/em> always have dirty dishes. But at least now I can also see them as the basis of a new still life that awaits me every day.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s always a gift when you find\u00a0a way to see something with new eyes. Dirty Dishes &#8220;My life will always have dirty dishes. 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