Just Below the Surface

I have been contemplating my affinity for icebergs recently

They are misunderstood

Seen as a solid mass

Menacing

A symbol for impending danger

When I watched Titanic, I rooted for the iceberg

It was the underdog in that movie

Icebergs are not a uniform collection but layers of dust, debris, stories and fresh water

Forged over time on land they move toward the salt water every time

Even though it eventually eats them away

Floating and having objects crash into us

Apart of their surroundings and wholly their own

We are both fragile and strong

Seen and unseen

Identified only by their visible part

As bergs melt, they deposit nutrients into the ocean

This sustains sea live

I am a sponge trying to soak up all the good ideas for redistribution

Leaving thoughts, maybe inspiration and understanding behind

Floating along without dropping off too many parts

Delaying the process of time

That dissolves me

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Felicia is driven by curiosity. She takes things apart and puts them back together: dryers, door handles and ideas. She values directness as well as kindness. In life or salsa class she will be moving in the opposite direction of the crowd (sometimes not on purpose). Her family is nice enough to leave all the drawers open for her to push in so she feels useful. She lives outside of Boston on the North Shore with a large man with a heart of gold, a tween who sings like an angel but can’t remember to wear her own coat home from school and a greyhound named Arnie who enjoys crispy bread. You can follow Felicia on her website, LinkedIn and Facebook.

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