The Place of Perfection

I was on the verge of writing a post yesterday saying that ‘Perfection has no place in the world of blogging,’ but the longing to feast my eyes upon the beauty of the sea and to seize a swim at dusk drew me away from the computer.

As I drove to the beach, I was thinking about perfection and the curse/blessing of perfectionism. I inherited a streak of perfectionism from my father but when it starts to get a firm grip on me, I think of my laid-back mother saying: ‘Don’t be such a mad perfectionist; it’ll drive you and the rest of us crazy. No one is perfect. Try your best but don’t panic if you can’t get to the end of the rainbow.’

Rainbows have a touch of perfection about them, I pondered, but they’re very fleeting. In fact, lots of aspects of nature are perfect and I thought of beautifully formed roses, tiny snowdrops, the full moon … but none of them remain perfect all the time.

As if to prove the fleetingness point, Garrarus Beach was looking totally different to any other time I have ever seen it. The sea was as calm and soothing as Mother’s words while the sky was ‘animated’ and ‘moody’ as Father would have said.

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

I swam in the silky, silvery water ~ eyes drawn out to the fishing boats which were highlighted on the faraway horizon. The soft wind dried me off in seconds and I was left with that magical glow and sense of freedom that only swimming in the winter can bring.

The sand was like a blank canvas and a stick of seaweed presented itself to the writer in me. The words that flowed with abandon and complete instinct were: Perfect Cleansing.

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Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

12 thoughts on “The Place of Perfection”

  1. Fabulous photos as ever but you have such wonderful surroundings. I am so impressed that you swim every day. I was going to say I envy you all that sea and scenary, but to be honest o pleased for you because to use your theme no one has perfection in their life. The sea and scenary are to bless you and make up for something else. So enjoy and thank you for sharing.xxx

  2. That is so cool that you can swim in the ocean everyday. I was born and raised beside the ocean in Eastern Canada. I’ve lived inland (about 750 miles from the ocean) for many ears now and i miss it. Also here, the waters of the Arctic flow down our coast and the water is very cold – far too cold to swim – most of the year.

    Great post Jean. Thank You.

    1. Hi Paul, I can imagine how you must miss the ocean. I’ve had times when I lived inland and found it very difficult. Yes, we’re lucky here in Ireland to have the Gulf Stream to keep the waters warm enough for year round swimming. Even the word ‘Arctic’ makes me shiver!

  3. I look at the first snow fall that blankets our neighborhood in the same way..it covers up the ugly that was created by man, and everything is pristine looking…Sometimes mistakes open up new doors and a different perspective is created. When I knit I leave the less obvious mistakes as it’s a part of me “my mark”…because I don’t strive to have everything perfect…

    1. Joni, I love the idea of you leaving mistakes in your knitting as a way of making your mark. It reminds me of a tapestry in Kilkenny Castle where they pointed out a mistake that had been left for that reason.

  4. You are so lucky to live with such uncluttered beauty surrounding you. I can see the sea from my house, but there are lots of houses in between. But what I have noticed is that no two skies are ever exactly the same and neither is the colour of the ocean, or the size of the waves.
    I used to swim every day when I lived two minutes walk from the sea but I don’t think our part of the English Channel is as clean as your piece of ocean.
    As for perfectionism, it has caused me too much stress in the past and made me expect too much of myself, life, and other people; so in order to relax and not die of a coronary, I’ve lowered my goal posts to a reachable level if stood on tiptoe.

    1. Hi Sarah, thanks for writing. What a pity that the English Channel isn’t as clean as it might be. We certainly are very fortunate in that regard around here.
      Love the idea of the goalposts at reachable level if stood on tiptoe. That sounds about right.

    1. Lana, many thanks for writing. Yes, perfectionism is a bit of a business alright!
      So glad you like my photographs. They certainly don’t do justice to the beauty that surrounds me here in Co. Waterford.

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