Freedom in Chasing Bubbles

Resolve and thou art free.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Bubbles are very freeing!  I have always loved the simplicity and magical quality of bubbles.  I not only loved them as a child, I was delighted to fall in love with them again with my children and once more with my grandchildren.

Years ago when I worked down town a card shop had a bubble machine pointing out onto the sidewalk.  I could hardly wait until lunch time when I could walk back and forth feeling the bubbles pop on my face and clothing.  I begged my co-workers to go with me to enjoy this stress releasing activity.  They grew so tired of my manipulations, they bought me my very own bubble machine for my birthday.

At the time, I was living in a condo with a very small but secluded courtyard.  I could hardly wait for the weekend to set up my bubble machine and leisurely read on my porch swing.  It was so calming to watch the bubbles float while the colors glistened in the sun. On windy days, I could hear people walking by commenting about the bubbles, wondering where they were coming from.  I could hear them laugh as the bubbles danced their way. 

When my daughter turned 30 years old, I brought my bubble machine to her party and individual bubbles for each guest.  As we shared memories and blew our own bubbles in the candle light, the evening took on a magical glow.

When my grandson turned five years old, I gifted him with his very own bubble machine.  Oh what fun we had!  Running and chasing bubbles flying in the air. 

There is freedom in chasing bubbles and this simple act sets our spirits free.  Freedom is the natural way of living too soon forgotten, left behind in childhood. 

The next time you are feeling out of sorts, grab a bottle of bubbles and head for the out doors.  Then blow your worries away!