We often lament the transience of life, and how nothing that we do seems to last. But who hasn’t had their heart lifted by a cloud of bubbles that lasts only for seconds? Bubbles are fun not in spite of their fragility, but because of it.
What tiny, fleeting moment of grace have you noticed recently?
Bubbles = happiness! I never leave home without tiny bottles to share. I’ve shared thousands all over the world, starting on the subway in NYC
True Story, once on the subway, crowded. Two HUGE guys got on and one accidentally bumped into the other. First, they shoved each other, then punched and a fight broke out. No one did anything other than whisper to each other about maybe they Should do something to help. I stood up, smiled, stepped closer and Blew Bubbles! In about 6 seconds they stopped fighting. They were laughing and popping bubbles. yes, Bubbles have Super Powers! oOoOooOoooOoO
HUG,
Kristin Pedemonti
Thank you so much for sharing that. It made me laugh.
Occasional, unexpected complements.
Connecting to my mother while we made dinner together. Okay, it was ~90 minutes rather than a microsecond, but 90 minutes of feeling safe, loved and useful is short when compared to the rest of the day/week.