Along my entry walkway I have three terracotta pot people. Each made using terracotta pots of varying sixes placed together to form a man, a woman, and a child. Overtime these little pot people get covered in dirt, mold mildew and even algae. Periodically they need a good scrubbing to bring them back to their original condition.
Today was the day to scrub away their grime. I carried them into the laundry room and as I scrubbed away the months of grime, I began to think about how we are not so different from the pot people.