The word bubble has a lot of meaning these days. Our distancing bubbles. To stay safe we need to monitor who enters our safety bubble. Family, friends etc. It is our barrier, our wall, our exterior that keeps us isolated these days. That is a vastly different meaning than what we are used to, when it comes to the word bubble.
When we are little, bubbles are excitement, they illicit joy and curiosity. They float and spin in the breeze. They are translucent, iridescent, circular moments of beauty. Soapy, sticky, orbs of happiness.
They gather in groups, form larger bubbles, clump in shiny combinations. We keep them coming, by blowing our wishful air into the solution of fulfillment. They are a symbol of science and play all bundled into one perfect package.
They form in the bath tub, often large and foamy- allowing for us to disappear underneath them. They form in oil, water and so many different types of liquid, we often miss them. In our carbonated beverages and our salad dressing. Bubbles are everywhere.
They are memories of childhood. They are free spirited devices of hope. Small or large they are temporary glimpses into our imaginations.
We are reliant on our current bubbles. Do we pop them and venture out into the world? Do we keep the liquid of plasticity and malleability on hand and continue to blow and create our barrier? Bubbles can be safe spaces, and still be creative, fun places to thrive in.
Bubbles are miraculous concoctions of soapy, sudsy substances. I think today, I will stay within my barrier bubble, but step outside and create some smaller orbs that will float away into the sky- and with each one- I will release my tension, stress, depression, fear of uncertainty. Then I will create more to send out into the world- positivity and hope. Joy and faith.
Look up and maybe a positivity bubble will float near you.
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