Bag of shit - Box Hill, Surrey

Have we not all of us, at some stage in our lives, wished that we could leave all our troubles behind?

Imagine if it was possible to load all your cares, all your worries, all your concerns, all your fears, all the wasted opportunities, all your failures, all your trials Lord, into a little black plastic bag and hang it from a branch on a path in a wood - what a feeling that would be.

I went for a walk - uphill and down dale - on wooded paths, over stiles, through fields, picking through brambles and branches, stumbling over tree roots, picking my way, following the trail.

I carried my bag of problems, squishy and smelly, hard packed and brown and passed a branch and hung it on, and walked on, a spring in my step, light in my soul, a smile on my lips, my cares left behind for someone else to find and add their own.

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