Musing

Chashing Rainbows

Can't you hear the belly laugh?   What fun it was to blow bubbles and try and catch them.    A small reminder of the days of innocence when our world was moving much to slow to satisfy us and we couldn't wait to grow up.  It seemed we were always in a hurry and what we found when we got there was a myriad of surprises, some so good, so wonderful and delightful while others proved to be mysterious and sad.    Somewhere we didn't hear the tales of those who went before us, or if we did hear them, we certainly didn't pay attention to them.     A little good, a little bad, that's life in the adult world which really didn't change a lot from the days of innocence and learning.

Life is like floating bubbles filled with awesome beauty at times and a quick blink the moments are gone and we are unable to bring them back.     Some moments we do not want back, but then there are some we would love to hang on to forever.   Think back about the bubbles you blew up into the air in life.  Forgive yourself for any you blew to big to last and forget the contents as you paid a price;   now enjoy the small bubble filled with love and laughter and blow them into the air by the dozens.    Live and Learn . . . that is what life is all about.

Then I have to remember that we could also buy a large round wand and  you could  make a bubble king size, well maybe if you look hard enough you can find one and buy some bubble juice and get out there and blow them up into the sky and smile while you do it.    As a grown up you can put lots of good deeds and thoughts into the huge king size bubbles and hope they will fall back to bless you, your family and your friends.     It is Sunday, a great day to blow bubbles . . . go, have some fun and think good thoughts as the bubble rise up into the sky and disappear from view as the love and feelings continue to surround you and yours.    Hugs to all.