I spent a considerable amount of time lying on my son’s bed this morning, staring at his lava lamp. I realized that the lava bubbles are a lot like us, going about our lives. Sometimes we are at the bottom, and other times we’re at the top. We don’t stay in either place forever, and we are not alone in either place. We travel alone but we are surrounded by others, who sometimes bump us, making us speed up towards the top or bottom. At some point we are either driven from the top by a larger bubble, or released from the bottom as we pull away.
Unfortunately, we can be stuck on the bottom for a longer time than we wish, but even then it is never forever. Sometimes we’re little, and sometimes we’re big. When we are at our smallest, we move the fastest to the top. Sometimes we are bumping others, and other times we are being bumped. As long as the lamp is on, we are in constant motion, fast or slow. Change and movement are constant and inevitable, until it’s lights out.