Washed Away

Wellies - Washed Away

The constant rain over the last few days has made it easy for me to spend what seems like an endless amount of time staring into the screen of my computer.

I’ve been editing the 3000 plus images I’ve snapped on our adventures around the southwest of England over the last eight weeks sorting though the best ones to share in this space. In each one I’m struck by the lush green that provides a backdrop to this blooming paradise.

Rain is an absolute requirement for the never-ending sea of green. The breath stopping beauty depends on the watery bounty that falls sometimes for days. It’s an unending form of nourishment from the blue grey clouds that frequently dot the Cornish skies.

In the rare moments lately when the clouds hold back and we have a bit of weather relief, we pull on our wellies and tromp about the countryside like a pair of nine-year old boys stepping deep into the mud of the moor. Decorating the waterproof legs of my rubber boots with mud spatters like some sort of earthy Jackson Pollock, I love the freedom that comes with knowing that it’s just a bit of mud and that the next deep puddle I wade through will provide me with a clean canvas and a chance to do it all again.

I can’t help but think how wonderful it would be if all the mistakes we’ve made in our lives could be washed away like that. What if all the errors in judgement, thoughtless acts or careless words could be washed from our memories, slipping away with a splash or two of water from the next waiting stream. Just think how healing that might be.

I am inclined to wonder that if by freeing ourselves from the muck of our memories we might lose some of the fertile ground that spiritual and psychological growth needs to continue to flourish.

The lessons of life cling to us instead like dried mud on our boots sometimes flaking off a bit at a time, sometimes requiring a good scrubbing, but no way easily dismissed.

Perhaps that is as it should be.

Reposted from original GOTJ

One thought on “Washed Away

  1. 5 Comments (Comments reposted with the original dates)

    Anonymous
    This touched me so profoundly that I will return often to be refreshed. You continue to amaze me with your thoughts, words, and photos!
    Friday, July 18, 2008

    shelli
    Wonderful thoughts. I think you are right, and I especially enjoyed the image of my life lessons clinging to me like dried mud on my boots.
    Sunday, October 19, 2008

    Stephanie
    I found you through shutter sisters. I love your images . They are vibrant, exciting, and celebrate life.
    Sunday, October 19, 2008

    ELK
    what color ~what movement ~what fun!
    Sunday, October 19, 2008

    Diane Schuller

    Gosh, what a profound and thought-provoking post. You struck me when you wrote:
    “I can’t help but think how wonderful it would be if all the mistakes we’ve made in our lives could be washed away like that. What if all of the errors in judgement, thoughtless acts or careless words could be washed from our memories, slipping away with a splash or two of water from the next waiting stream. Just think how healing that might be.”

    And then you so wisely countered that same statement. Goodness, I’m so pleased to have found this post on this day (through Shutter Sisters).

    Thank you.
    Warmly,
    Diane
    Sunday, October 19, 2008

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