I felt a bit like this fish yesterday.
I could smell the salty sea, hear the orcas yell,
imagine the feel of the slimy sea kelp.
But I was caught in a small plastic bag of
details and duty on the beach.
How do I keep the space passion and purpose require?
How to jump out into the big open wild?
I imagine it looks a bit like this:
And reads a bit like this beautiful piece from a Frenchman:
"If you want to build a ship,
don't drum up people together to collect wood
and don't assign them
tasks & work,
but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery