fire and rain

I love analogies! I am a visual person so I guess that is why I like word pictures.

If my thoughts are like bubbles then my words are like fire.

some of my words can be like the low even flame of the gas stove. These symetrical little licks of flame, like my words, can be warming and useful. Sometimes when I am set on high, my words are full of energy and can get things started quickly. when i am set on low, my words can simmer and gently warm.

The popping flames of a wood fire, the kind you have in the fireplace on a chilly night or like that, oh so mystic camp fire. You can spend hours watching these awsome flames. they are like long conversations with your friends or stories you make up for your kids. they grow and pop and you can see amazing things in them.

I also have words that are like the flames that are the hottest. these burn white hot. they can do the most damage. they make me think of those mean little comments that i sometime grumble under my breath. they to, can singe and cause a foul smell. I hate these words. they are just like that nasty white coal that has no substance or use. they can get away so easily and make things ugly.

words can be so powerful they can break a heart, flames can be so hot they melt iron. flames and words really are similar. they can have an awsome power. the kind of power that can distroy and leave a path that takes a long time to repair but they can also do things...turn trash into art, provide power and enlightment, show us the way, warm ....well you get the picture...the word picture.

tiny bubbles

When my little girl was young I would tell her she had "gumball syndrom". This was what I called it when she would have a thought and it would immediately come out her mouth.

I have a new "syndrom". Bubbles.... you know in the , where the characters are having thoughts, they are in a bubble. Well my thoughts are bubbles. Some bubbles pop the second they hit the air. Well I sometimes have thoughts that as soon as I think them, then they are gone!

I have thoughts that are like the bubbles that all hook together. You can't tell where one ends and another begins. When one bursts they all burst..... Pop they are gone.

I have thoughts that are like the bubbles in my nightly bath. They are soft and white. They make me feel like I am afloat on my own watery cloud. These thoughts are sweet and gentle and help me relax.

I have thoughts that are like the bubbles you have in your mouth after you drink out of a glass that wasn't rinsed out. They aren't visible but they are nasty and just won't go away. You can drink and spit and drink some more.....they won't go away. I hate these bubbles. They remind me of what a sinful person I am. Yuckkkkkk!

Then there are the thoughts that are like a perfect bubble. Not too big, not too small...just right. They float up into the sky and you never really see them burst. they just float away and leave a nice warm and fuzzy feeling.

I suppose most of my bubbly thoughts are due to my advanced age. However I prefer to say I have"bubble sydrom ". I just think it sounds nicer than forgetful!