making my bed
Posted: June 28, 2010 Filed under: Shelter Leave a comment »
One gentle art I happen to be diligent about is making my bed. I picked up this art on my first time out living on my own, in Singapore. There were mornings I found myself rushing like a headless chicken, making a mad dash to be in the office by 9am. Days I was tempted to just leave the pillows and beddings in disarray. When I had no choice but to do so, it didn’t sit well with me. I certainly didn’t enjoy coming home to an unmade bed. Then I read somewhere something Robert Frost (or possibly another person) said: “First you make up your bed, then you make up your mind.” And that’s what I’ve discovered over many mornings: That the simple act of putting my army of pillows in order and folding my blanket helps bring some small harmony to my psyche. If I’m lucky, it allows me to deal better with the larger messes and troubles that present themselves throughout the day. And at the absolute least, it gives me something to return home to, with gladness and relief, at the end of the day.
