This could well BE called a rather silly, even childish
principle or instruction. However, I think it is exquisite and wondrously wise.
Remember, for a moment, reach back into your own childhood,
your child/ren’s childhood. Blowing bubbles, whether with one of those slippery
pink or purplish wands in a wee bottle or on your/their hands in the bath.
Magical. Smile-worthy. DeLIGHTfull and excellent.
The idea of bubbles is extravagant. Like a rainbow. Or the
way it feels to stand in a sunshower when across the road there is NOT a drop
coming down. Like jimmies and nuts and whipped cream on your ice cream. The
second hug at bedtime. The voice of a child sounding enthralled with his or her
discovery of something you’ve known for seemingly ever and he or she has just
happened upon.
Blowing bubbles when you are sad and overcome with
discouragement is a pretty good way to come back into the Right Now. Blowing
bubbles makes all sorts of pain less. It allows for taking Life and Self with
far less seriousness. [a thing I have done MANY studies on, BElieve me…]
As I find my footing again, after a couple of disengagements
throughout June’s end and July’s BEginning, I’m thinking often about blown
bubbles.
How light they are and take themselves so…
I love you, Currie
4 comments:
I've been thinking about blowing bubbles too. Sorry the summer has had few rough patches for you. Sending you feel good vibes ~~~!
Stay inspired!
Blowing bubbles is magical - I still look forward to it! Hope July improves for you.
You have reminded me to get out Karma's bubbles!! I haven't blown bubbles for her for a couple of years. I wonder if bubbles get old--LOL! ;)
such a lovely piece Currie. and a wonderful reminder to notice (and foster) the fun and beauty in our lives.
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