When I was a kid, some other kids said some cruel things to me, and I came home crying. My Aunt Fanny was there, and she took me aside, wiped my tears, and said, kid, let me give you some advice. There are a lot of small and fearful and nasty people in the world, and they will eat you up if you let them. Never let the peckerheads, toothless ducks and midgets of the world get you down. They will gum and nibble you to death if you let them. Do not live a small life. Best advice I ever got. Bubbling forth to Gotham now. See you Tuesday. Bubbling Forth album on Facebook.
Off to New York and I leave you with my love for the idea of bubbling forth, being a prophet in our own lives, refreshing, cleansing, hoping. When I got up this morning to pack I looked out at my road, and I did, in fact, bubble forth.
The literal translation of the hebrew word for prophet is "bubble forth," to spill over with water, cleansing, baptising, spread truth and refreshing. I am no prophet, but I welcome and embrace the notion of bubbling forth, sharing what I feel, searching for truth, learning to deal with fear, anger, the prophesies of doom that drown our spiritual lives and choke our sense of hope. Sharing the dark thoughts with the light and beauty in the world. This blog embodies the ancient idea of bubbling forth. So do words, photographs, ideas. I love that idea.
My wish for myself – for you – is to bubble forth. When you are discouraged. When you are confronted with angry and selfish people. When you struggle to be generous, to find love, to live your life. I am bubbling forth to New York City for a couple of days. Wherever you are, I hope you are bubbling forth yourself.