I think dishes qualify, vacuuming, cleaning windows, and folding clothes. Hell, cleaning clothes at all. Paying bills should be tacked onto the list or replying to emails that really shouldn't need a reply.
A challenging journey, difficult at times, to "be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being."
Most of us won't traverse the path to our deep center. Instead, we detour to another track, one we perceive as more doable, safer.
Imaginary friends visited daily when I was a kid, conversed with me, shared ideas and thoughts, asked questions and offered answers that sometimes made no sense. I listened anyway, because they were part of me.
I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored.
A friend and I walked a labyrinth today. An eleven-circuit labyrinth haloed with lavender. Even with all the snow, the lavender tinted the air with its scent. We walked in silence, crunching through the snow, one foot after another, until we reached the center.