"I am a bubble. I am colorful, round, slippery, frail, wet, clear, disposable, mystifying, floating, adaptable, light, and riding the wind." (Written in response to The Path, by Laurie Beth Jones.)
My teacher claimed that The Path was the most "touchy-feely" book we would read for Transforming Work (hereafter known as Work.) I certainly hope it is, because I couldn't stomach more than one. This book has been interesting this week, since I am giving it a chance, and actually taking the time to do some of the exercises. With another set of exercises I created a little mission statement that was a little surprising. I selected the top words from long lists of actions, passions, and subjects and plugged them into the formula. Here is the result:
"My mission is to create, touch, and release peace with the environment."
Perhaps my mission will look like this someday. For now I see a sort of school mismatch. The university I attend does not have classes or majors related to environment. I also do not see this campus as very "green." I am not learning, observing, or putting into practice environmental tools and preservers. On the other hand, I think the artistic and theological nature of my education will add to the "create, touch, and release peace" part. I'm curious to see what will come from all this. Perhaps if I repeat the exercise every day, my mission statement would change. I wonder if I would find greater variety, greater clarity, or both.
The song that plays 'til I'm dead.
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Of no significance whatsoever, I can't help but think of the bubbles and the cat in Robinson's _Gilead_:
"I saw a bubble float past my window, fat and wobbly and ripening toward that dragonfly blue they turn just before they burst. So I looked down at the yard and there you were, you and your mother, blowing bubbles at the cat, such a barrage of them that the poor beast was beside herself at the glut of opportunity. She was actually leaping in the air, our insouciant Soapy! Some of the bubbles drifted up through the branches, even above the trees. You two were too intent on the cat to see the celestial consequences of your worldly endeavors. They were lovely." (9)
Soapy and Robinson probably had me thinking about bubbles. Who knows? I've always liked bubbles. They sparkle and are more perfectly shaped than jewels. And I like to think about what makes a good bubble: wind-speed, humidity, soapiness, etc. On calm humid days I taste the air and think, "this is a good bubble day."
It's always a good day for bubbles when you're the bubble.
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