I have always marveled at the human heart, the depths of sorrow, and the magnitude of joy it can handle. I have in particular been curious about women’s hearts, how much they can bear, and how much they can extend even during hard times.
One of, if not the primary reason, I have prevailed through this season is the women in my life. Their willingness to seek me out, and keep seeking, speaks to the beautiful condition of their hearts.
These women not only opened their hearts and schedules, they were ‘boots on the ground’ present. They knew things I needed before I did, and even when I was unaware.
I share all this now, of course out of gratitude, but also to encourage you to find your people.
Due to one reason or another, my family ties are small, and no one is near, so girl friends have always been my sisters. Chosen kin have made my life complete and full circle in so many ways.
All this community reflection got me thinking of a sweet time period before cell phones, the internet, and other modern ways of life. I have even heard it said that depression and the like were less prevalent in those days, in part due to this one thing.
The clothesline.
‘Legend’ has it that homemakers would take their wet laundry by basket to the yard while the neighbor was out there too. And there it began.
The secrets, the tell-all’s, the ‘take it to the grave’ confessions, would happen in that space. Although this ‘phenomenon’ took place before my time, I am fascinated.
Think about it. A daily face to face outpouring in the fresh air and sunshine. It was not just a fun spin on laundry; it was a time to look forward to each day. A time of sharing, perhaps sometimes despair, perhaps sometimes elation, most likely a time of healing and compassion.
I even wonder if it helped the success of marriages, as the wives were potentially without burden when their husbands arrived home from work.
I doubt the shared fence conversation and clothesline talks will return, but it might be worth a reconsideration.
I’m thinking the bus stop, or maybe a trip to our mailboxes might do the trick.
Above is a very special video of one of my besties as a very young girl. It is of her precious mom hanging clothes on the line, while my friend toddles about near her, and dad popping in too.
She has been a faithful friend, prayer warrior, and ‘battle years’ person in my life. I am grateful for her friendship, and the use of her keepsake video.
I pray this piece makes you wonder about the simple things in life, and the little ways we can find deep connection in our personal worlds. Your orbit may be more engaging, and more fulfilling than you ever imagined. I am excited for you! Enjoy! You never know who will be at your ‘line’.
With Love,
Stephanie
