Do you know what it feels like to be able to wash clothes after not being able to do it when you need to for two and half months? It’s bliss. And this is not a survival story from a trip to the jungle, this is in the middle of the daily life, in a family of four.
The first load is drying, next one rolling in the machine. I’ve always enjoyed the rhythm of a washing machine. It’s a sound often connected to my yoga practice. It makes me feel safe and at home. It’s nice, in the nicest meaning.

Johanna