The result of one of my favorite start-of-the weekend chores — ironing our homemade cloth napkins for the week ahead.
The hot smell of iron on cotton rises to me in a hiss of steam. I spread the cheerful colors beneath my palm, watch them smooth and ease against the board. Fold. Press. Steam.
There are never enough to match ’round the table. Never enough clean when company comes. But these napkins are ours, made by hand, pressed each week in a rite of gratitude.
Soon they will grace our chattery meals, be waved about in emphasis over a funny story, wipe mouths that have never known hunger.
This is alchemy — a chore becoming prayer, a napkin transformed to a vestment.
What everyday spirituality moment are you treasuring today?