life in a bubble...
Contemplation...
Sitting with a mocha, the wind blowing and the sun shining, I find myself in a state of contemplation. Thoughts whirl through my head with no linkage or congruency. I wish that I could write them all down, but as I begin to write I wander to another idea.
I sit and think about my life. I live in a bubble, and although I try with every opportunity that comes my way, I can not leave it behind. It seems as though it is apart of me as my hand is attached to my body. My bubble is safe. In it I find comfort and refuge from the problems that I see around me. I wish to escape to it at all times, and yet I wish it wasn't there.
I am in conflict. To give of myself is the ultimate. But life in the bubble will not allow it. I wish to identify. But life in the bubble will not accommodate. I wish to impact. But life in the bubble will not permit. So I wish to abandon the bubble, but it will not leave. I may step out of it for a while but eventually I retreat back to its safe walls.
Many people would deny their bubble, stating that they are open to all. They have made themselves liars in this. For a bubble is who we are, and what we do.
And so here I am sipping mocha in my bubble, wishing that I could escape from it, but happy in it for now.
Thoughts wirling. Conflict abounding. I am as if two people seeking to be one.
Is there any answer to the bubble?
posted by Ian Rowley @ 2:24 PM
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4 Comments:
You amaze me!
Found you...miss you hanging around our house with all young people...Hope school is going well. Bubbles are ok but what an observation! Love it.
Ian! So good to hear.. er... ummmm... your voice... of sorts. And to think Sofia and I were just sitting at the diner in Ft. Langley having an ice cream a few days ago. You live in a very beautiful place... we visit the West Coast very often (I'have been there twice since the end of Aug). Hope school's going well!
Hi IAN! I'm so happy you have a blog so that I can read about your life. We miss you a lot. Travis even dreams about you sometimes. The other night we went to see Cirque Du Soliel (it was AWESOME, you would love it), but anyways that night Trav had a dream that we went to it with you, and in the middle of the show you said 'watch this!' And you got up on the stage and started doing all these flips and acrobatic works and all the Cirque people were getting really angry with you because you were disrupting the show. Then you started to get tired and you ended up falling and being tangled in a mess of ropes, hung by your feet over the crowd. Then you mumbled; 'can someone get me out of here?'
I laughed so hard when he told me his dream because I could actually picture it happening.
Anyhow, blessings, you are in our thoughts and prayers!
jessssssie and trrrrravvvvvis
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