Bodacious Bubbles Bring Bountiful Bliss
A Year of Noticing - Day 260
I love the way alliterations roll off the tongue, in such playful ways… and today I noticed the child-like joy that blowing bubbles seems to inspire in people of all ages and the playfulness carried into my writing and bouncing within me through the rest of the day.
My twelve year old found a bottle of bubble solution and a bubble wand, and we spent nearly an hour watching bubbles soar to different heights. Bubbles of different sizes, some lasting a very short time, while others bounced magically off the ground before popping.
The game became trying to catch the bubbles, and blow even bigger bubbles… and then watching one bubble until it seemed to disappear into the overcast sky.
I was reminded of a fellow who attends our local Folk Festival, aptly named “The Bubble Man”. He has big bubble wands and leaves an incredible trail of iridescent bubbles behind him, and at least as many children following while giggling with delight. There are actually people of all ages that gather around him…
Bubbles bring bliss to folks of all ages. It is such a simple delight… maybe it is the rainbow reflection in each bubble, or the translucent nature that makes it shimmer as the bubbles float by, or the floating and flitting - the way the bubbles bounce personify the sometimes fleeting nature of joy. The beauty of bubbles, is that as quickly as they disappear, a quick dip and puff of air, and the magic reappears.
When one is able to capture the bubble longer than a moment, on the bubble wand, resting on the grass or on the edge of a fence - it is a fragile moment as precious as capturing joy, and perhaps precisely because it feels so precarious, that one can truly pause to embody and become filled with the joyful delight!
xo
Sometimes the most simple joys in life are around us… just waiting to be noticed:
