Household care weaves bonds that unite a very old past to the new day
But how to make housework a creative activity?
As soon as we bring a glimmer of consciousness to the mechanical gesture, as soon as we do phenomenology by rubbing an old piece of furniture, we feel new impressions being born, underneath the sweet domestic habit. Consciousness rejuvenates everything. It gives to the most familiar acts a value of beginning. It dominates memory. What a wonder to become again the real author of the mechanical act! Thus, when a poet rubs a piece of furniture - if only by an intermediary - when he puts with the woollen cloth that warms up everything he touches a bit of fragrant wax on his table, he creates a new object, he increases the human dignity of an object, he inscribes the object in the civil status of the human home. Henri Bosco writes:
"The soft wax penetrated this polished material under the pressure of the hands and the useful warmth of the wool. Slowly, the tray took on a dull shine. It seemed as if the radiation, attracted by magnetic friction, was rising from the hundred-year-old sapwood, from the very heart of the dead tree, and was slowly spreading in the state of light on the tray. The old fingers loaded with virtues, the generous palm, drew from the massive block and inanimate fibers the latent powers of life. It was the creation of an object, the very work of faith, before my amazed eyes."
The objects thus pampered are really born from an intimate light; they rise to a higher level of reality than indifferent objects, than objects defined by geometric reality. They propagate a new reality of being. They take their place not only in an order, but in a communion of order. From one object to another, in the room, the household care weaves bonds that unite a very old past to the new day. The housewife wakes up the sleeping furniture.
If we go to the limit where the dream is exaggerated, we feel like a consciousness of building the house in the very care we take to keep it alive, to give it all its clarity of being. It seems that the luminous care home is rebuilt from the inside, that it is new from the inside. In the intimate balance of the walls and furniture, one can say that one becomes aware of a house built by women. Men only know how to build houses from the outside. They know little about the civilization of wax.
Happiness consists in frequent repetition of pleasure.
I wish you endless dreams and the furious desire to make some of them come true.
I wish you to love what you need to love and forget what you need to forget.
I wish you passions, I wish you silences. I wish you bird songs on waking up and children's laughter.
I wish you to respect the differences of others, because the merit and value of each one is often to be discovered. I wish you to resist the bogging down, the indifference and the negative virtues of our times.
Finally, I wish you never to give up research, adventure, life, love, because life is a magnificent adventure and no reasonable person should give it up without fighting a hard battle.
Above all, I wish you to be you, proud and happy, because happiness is our true destiny.
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The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
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