January 11, 2017 – a post from the past that seems appropriate today.
I live in a bubble. It’s a lovely little bubble. Bordered by mountains, the ocean and the city.
I live in a bubble that is a twenty-minute drive from the downtown core of an international port city. A thriving metropolitan city that has hosted world events. A city where we can experience diversity in food, art, and social events on a daily basis. We could experience them if we chose to venture out of the bubble and go *gasp* downtown. But it’s really just easier to take our kids to the local pub for a burger and a pint then walk home.
I live in a bubble where there is only sunshine and puffy white clouds. Okay, maybe a little rain, but it only serves to water the towering trees and feed the babbling brooks. And the sunshine and rain grow berries and fish that feed the large black bears…
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