The bubble

Every community has its little bubble, where many within the community choose to stay and live out their lives.

That's great. I guess.

I tend to find myself outside of the bubble.

There was a time, years ago, when I tried to cross the threshold of "the bubble," but like water and oil, it didn't mesh well.

So I exited the bubble.

And I like sitting outside the bubble. I like the space that comes with not being locked into a small, conformed world.

And the other thing is, I'm too curious to be confined to a bubble, I want to explore. Maybe visit other bubbles, but really to just see the world and the people living outside the bubbles.

I always just think how refreshing it would be, if someone went around and popped all the bubbles.

That way we could all share our lives, experiences and wisdom, without worrying about conforming to our particular bubble.

Sadly, I think too many can't live outside their bubble. They miss so much. And standing in their bubble looking on the outsiders, gives them a warped view, and they allow their fears to take over.

But if the barrier of the bubbles were broken, everyone could be seen in the same light. No distortion. No fear.

And I like that idea.

Notes

I like to leave notes for myself, so I can remember things that are important, or so I can remember to do certain things.

On my phone I have a little notepad where I leave such notes. And from time to time I go through them, to see if I have forgotten anything.

And I often get a good laugh, or at least a chuckle from the notes I leave.

For example:














Most are just lists, or thoughts. Most are random, some I don't even know why I left them.

And maybe it's silly of me for getting a kick out reading them....but I do.

Passion

Drive.

Life force.

Energy.

Passion keeps us alive. Keeps our minds breathing.

Our bodies may be carrying out the act of inhaling, exhaling, in, out, day, after day, after day.

But without passion, we are dead.

Lumps of lifeless nothings.

And the point of living, is living, isn't it?

Magic

I talk about magic a lot, I think. I guess it's just one of those things for me.

I love finding magic in every day life, objects moments and people. Because I truly believe it's there. Everywhere.

And even with it being so prevalent in my life I don't feel like it loses meaning, I think it magnifies it.

I love the way time seems to stop when I can watch a bird swoop down from the sky, land in a puddle and splash its wings in the murky water.

When I when was hiking up to see Delicate Arch this past weekend, I loved watching the way the tree shadows danced across the rock faces, or the way a rainbow spread across the sky above the Arch.

But one magical moment on the trail that really touched me was as I neared the top. I was hiking by a group of Asians most of the trail. They would stop and take a few photos, and I would pass them, then I would stop to snap some shots and they would pass. We went back and forth most of the hike. Towards the top, the trail rounded the side of the mountain and the trail was a little precarious. One guy out of the group, who seemed to be in his early 20's, took the hand of a little girl, maybe around 11 and said "I'll take care of you Sara."

My heart melted.

And he did take great care of Sara.

That was magic.

And it's e everywhere, those moments that make us pause. The moments, people, sites that steal our breath.

Words

Meaning. Feeling. Emotion. Weight.

Words carry each.

With words a person can carefully and stealthily tear a person to shreds. Or paint a picture of what sits in their heart.

Words can condemn. But words can also inspire.

I love words. I love their power.

I have a special connection with some words, over others.

Some of my favorites...

Magic.

Breath.

Strength.

Heart.

Written.

Rise.

Fly.

Some that puzzle me...

Languish.

Regret.

Loath.

Sacrifice.

Love.

Some I hate...

Hate.

Quit.

Bored.

Lost.

Impossible.


I associate each word with a particular meaning, feeling or emotion. And the weight of each word will either build a bond between the word and I, or making us the most bitter enemies.

Though, I prefer to be friends.

4th of July

Boom! Boom! Boom!

My heart jumped each time a firework shot in the air.

The glittering lights left me mesmerized.

The cool breeze and scattered rain drops, refreshing.

Magic.

Flirting 2.0

In my previous post I mentioned flirting, which of course got me thinking even more about it.

Now I mentioned my book was pretty old, and even if it were only 10 years old, I would think it would be quickly outdated when it comes to technology and flirting.

So let me ask this...what are the rules of flirting/dating when it comes to technology? Texting, tweeting and facebooking seem to make the lines all fuzzy.


Tell me what you think...

What are the rules of flirting with technology?