I'm pressure washing the house and am mystified by the immediate cleansing of grey Stucco walls suddenly becoming white again, green mildew magically evaporating from wooden beams and Aluminum Siding and oil and grime flush from concrete.If only it were this easy in life.
The longer we live the more tarnished our lives seem to become.
Hurts inflicted on us, disappointments of wishes that never came true, lies we foolishly believed, love that really wasn't, betrayals from those we believed in and the sad realization we're not capable of everything we thought we were ... are things that each of us share in life.
They leave us different ... sadder, cynical, grieving, disappointed, less hopeful and more doubtful.
Such is the grime of life each of us share and wear.
Last night we were at the celebration of the new life of Marcie, a bright and happy baby who is as pure as each of us once were.
It's funny ... as each of us took turns holding Marcie, something of the child we once were suddenly springs to life!
We speak "Baby-talk", make funny faces and noises, recapturing who we really are underneath the grime we've become so accustomed to wearing ... to being.
As I watch the magic of Marcie cut through the grime like a pressure washer, I see my friends as they really are and not who we pretend to be.
For a little while anyway, a little baby enables a group of crusty adults to become children again.
We're who we were before the hurts, disappointments, lies, unrealized love, betrayals ... when we still believed everything is possible if we just believe.
It makes me wish in every meeting of Congress, Corporate Board room and political function, everyone's given a baby to hold as business is conducted.
The cynical grime and greed might be washed away and we could be ourselves as we were really meant to be as we make the important decisions in life.
I know it'll never happen but celebrating Marcie last night left me believing Babies are born to remind us of what each of us are capable of being ... again.
