8.29.2011

Out of my Goldfish Bowl


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

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