on kneeling

THERE I was- kneeling at work.
I was washing the slicer rails in the deli where I work. These rails start at roughly knee height and go to about the floor,so kneeling made sense. Otherwise I’d be squatting it up-side down. But I reflected then about kneeling and it’s sanctity. One usually only kneels at a religous service or if submissive, at the feet of one’s Dom(me). Some would say this, too is a type of religion. And I guess, in a way, I was serving a master at that time… work. The master who pays me for my service ,which in turn helps me serve my family by being able to support them. Just a glimpse of insight, I suppose.

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