I bumped into my friend Andrew today...he's a bubbleologist who calls himself Dr. Froth! You can read a bit about him here, but he's not what this particular blog is about...that's saved for another day when he guest posts his own unique magic!
Today is more about the conversation we began, about bubbles, about life and death, and about the metaphor of fragility that bubbles represent for living....and dying.
It takes just a few puffs of air to create our 'bubble' of life, we watch the magic for a while, then finally one 'pop' and were done!
That's it! That's the bubble metaphor for life! Obviously we're not bubbles, although some lives do end with a pop! But like the quote above says...metaphors seem so small, yet more often than not, they pack a powerful punch!
This was something I recently wrote to a friend about Hafiz and the beauty of his words...
I love the writings of Hafiz...anything I have ever read of his is sublime...and endless...and all I have ever known...and pure...and profound...his words are a pool to dive into with the lungs of a mermaid so I never have to breath again a life of limitations.
I just can't imagine a colourless life, so my world existing without metaphors would be like the earth without the moon, or the sun without warmth...just.not.possible.
I really wanted to make this post about these wondrous imaginings and the morning's beautifully bubbly conversation, and the inspiration I get from the twisting, bending, winding of words that writing allows...and so, that's where I will leave you today...
What metaphors represent your life?
Where do you colour your lives to make them richer, more meaningful and passionate?!
For another day, I am passionately yours,
Here you will find the musings of me...