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Message In A Bottle by Hawkeye Pete Egan B.

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  • Ben’s story this morning gave me such a visual. There was younger Ben, stuck on a sandbar in a boat loaded down with what was left of an island dream he was leaving behind, on his way to his dreams of tomorrow (today), waiting for the tide to come in to lift him past the sandbar and onward towards his uncertain destiny. And, while even his means of communicating that story (today) had become uncertain, a determined Ben, with a little help from a virtual friend, needing to get that message out, sent it out in a bottle of sorts, and by the time I awoke on the opposite side of the world, that bottle had floated up onto my sandbar, where I sit in my boat, thinking about my own little dreams that are in transition. I pick it up, I read it, and I feel my boat beginning to shift off of the sandbar, just a little bit.

    I pictured thousands of Cowbird writers, sitting in boats, loaded down with the stuff of their dreams, stuck on sandbars, waiting for the tide to come in to carry them to the dreams of their uncertain futures. With nothing else to do while we wait for the tide to lift us up, to take us to our destinies, we write our messages on scraps of virtual paper– we craft them in a way that someone on a distant sandbar might find them, read them, and understand. We look for a bottle that will attract attention on the other end, we put our messages in the bottles, then we send them off into the sea, hoping they’ll be found, and read, and understood, by someone. Anyone. We need that connection. We’re moving off of our islands, all of us, moving towards an uncertain future, but we know that we don’t face the uncertainties alone. We are no longer alone on our islands. Unless we want to be.
  • Messages in bottles. It was a fine visual to wake up to. I had actually awoken to the theme of the old T. V. Series “Robin Hood” playing through my brain, for some odd reason. I couldn’t remember whatever dream had left that song behind, but I was trying to figure out how to work that awakening into a story when I read, first Ben’s desperation on Facebook that he couldn’t get into Cowbird to tell his story, then Stefan Norval’s suggestion to use the e-mail post method to post it. I didn’t even know there was such a thing. Apparently, another new feature of this brave, new Cowbird world we are all slowly discovering, as we slowly move away from our old Cowbird world of the past.

    No longer stuck on our islands, our sandbars, we keep finding new ways to connect, new ways to craft our messages, interesting new bottles to send them off in, and we keep finding each other, connecting.

    I can feel the boat rocking. Here comes the tide. Lifting me up, off and away from my sandbar. Floating towards my uncertain future. But going there with plenty of writing paper and bottles. Here’s one I’m sending off to the world. Fortunately, the theme for Robin Hood has been replaced in my mental juke box, with Sting’s “Message in a Bottle”. Much better song in the head at 5 in the morning!
  • Message in a Bottle – by Sting

    Just a castaway, an island lost at sea
    Another lonely day with no one here but me
    More loneliness than any man could bear
    Rescue me before I fall, fall into despair, oh...

    I'll send an SOS to the world, I’ll send an SOS to the world,
    I hope that someone gets my, I hope that some gets my, I hope that someone gets my
    Message in a bottle

    A year has passed since I wrote my note
    But I should have known this right from the start
    Only hope can keep me together
    Love can mend your life, but love can break your heart

    I'll send an SOS to the world, I’ll send an SOS to the world,
    I hope that someone gets my, I hope that some gets my, I hope that someone gets my
    Message in a bottle

    Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw
    A hundred billion bottles, washed up on the shore
    Seems I'm not alone at being alone - a hundred billion castaways
    Looking for a home

    I'll send an SOS to the world, I’ll send an SOS to the world,
    I hope that someone gets my, I hope that some gets my, I hope that someone gets my
    Message in a bottle

    Sending out an SOS
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