Wash Away (Joe Purdy)

     Another day watching the torrential rains.  Flooding.  Whirling creeks.  Raging waterfalls.  Puddles.  Everywhere.  There is a delicate little place near here with beautiful rocks and a sweet little trickling of water.  It was a force today.  Loud like thunder and rage.  Gorgeous.  Powerful.  I got my feet wet and walked through the soggy grass to the little stone bridge.  I made my way over it and stood there watching it all...taking it in.  It is usually serene and calm.  The grass was replaced with swirls and ripples.  The trunks of trees were devoured.  Big rain.  Big rush.  Big forces.  I touched the water, smelled it...marveled at it all.  I started to sense the symbolism that I have been missing.  I'm sorry to say I think all of this rain is my fault.
     I told my friend about it and suspecting my use of the event as my "new thing" of the day she requested I give it some more thought.  I replied that I was frolicking in a new waterfall.  She said that I should be frolicking everywhere. 
     She's right.
Just this morning I was reading a post from another friend (I'm pretty lucky to have such special people in my life).  She was saying that we don't get lost...we simply get buried.  I was pondering this all day.  It's really quite true.  We bury in defense and fear and the million other things that swallow us whole.  I am a girl who frolics...I just forgot how.  
    Without sounding all Big Love on y'all I'd like to say that this afternoon as I listened to the pounding water, felt the misty air around me, smelled earth and water, and felt the cold water and the power of it all...something happened.  Today is the last year of this age.  Tomorrow it starts over.  My friend added something to the series of encouraging texts she is beloved and known for..."It's a new year, new age, new you, new attitude, new life.  You are a superstar.  Share it with the world!".  Now, maybe just maybe, she was being a little bit funny in this but as I stood there with soggy toes I realized she was right.  I have found my theme.  I have found my new mission.  I might still crumble from time to time.  I might still need to find a new thing of the day to get me through to January.  But my goal to restore order and continue to dig through the rubble and layers to find me again is a big one.  At the end of it all I will be free to frolic any old place I want.  Thank you to the rain, the blog posts, the universe and all of the people that have blessed me with love, patience and friendship.