6/6/09 – Bubbles

Exert from my personal journal

The kids here love bubbles. Simple entertainment. One of us will open a container only to have a dozen (minimum) children flock. They want to chase, catch, blow. Mostly they just laugh and run in circles shouting “Come! Come!” As the wind blows them away.

I feel like I spend my life like these kids...chasing bubbles. “Come! Come!” I shout as I run around in circles willing the smallest of the most fleeting to be mine. But, if and ever I catch up with it, with them, I find it pop under my fingers’ grasping reach. Disappointment fades to my next ambiguous pursuit.

The thing is, however, eventually I get tired. The chasing exhausting and the attainment nill. And I wish for great things to fill my time and attention. The fascination falls to tears. When I stand still for just a moment I am no long amused, but empty. Need more in my life than just bubbles.


Longing to just be.