Bubbles take themselves lightly
All they care about is BEing
Bright, floating, fascinating.
Hugs connect us
One with another
Even just us by ourselves.
Bubbles & Hugs
Heal and mend us whole again.
I have learned so very much these past six years, on my own again, mostly without anyone else to consider, to have give me input, to bounce things off of… It has had its ups and definitely, too, its valleys of endless seeming too muchness.
Little moments, a smile here, a laugh, the too few and much too far BEtween hugs. Moments of bubbleness, where all is reflected so delicately, like magic and intention singing in perfect harmony.
While I have wished things could BE different, and mostly that is wishing I COULD BE DIFFERENT, I am so grateful for them NOT bending to my will. For NOT getting my way. For NOT having a quick-fix and a rubber stamp solution.
For so long Now I have had to draw upon wisdom within me. How imperfect a system, eh?! I don’t even KNOW what I don’t know, so how is it I imagine I will find within me the wisdom I seek. Need. REQUIRE?!
The healing process isn’t finite. This is one thing I have learned, grasped firmly, and know to the depths of myself.
I love you, Currie