Happiness is like rising bubbles — delightful and inevitably fleeting. Joy is the oxygen — ever present.
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Sunday Evening Art Gallery (flashback) — Bubbles
On February 11, 2014, I published a delightful blog called “Bubbles.” Do we believe everything we see? Or do we merely wish it to be so?
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Faerie Paths — Choice
There are thousands of directions you can go every day —
Why settle for just one? ~Dream Regret
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Bubbles
I’m forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky
Then like my dreams they fade and die
When you look at a bubble, what do you see? Do they reflect reality? They are ethereal. Like a thought. A kiss. A memory.
They exist for only a moment. Yet resonate in our memory long after.
They make us wonder: What did I just see?
The possibilities are endless. You ask — is it real? Does it matter?
Are they reflections of our existence? A moment out of a million? A billion? Out of a nanosecond?
It doesn’t matter if their existence makes a difference in the world. A difference in my life, or yours. All that matters is they are beautiful. Fleeting. They float on air. And for the briefest of moments, they exist.
As do we.
They Are The Same
After spending a great weekend with women from both sides of the family, I am a firm believer that family can be friends, and friends can be family. After all is said and done, they are the same.
We all have had our share of pain and loss, of growth and stagnation. But we found a bond over a pedicure and lunch that will keep us connected as long as we breathe.
Get to it! Go out and bring your family and friends together. Just make a date and do it. It doesn’t matter where — bring those hearts and souls together.
Don’t wait. You don’t have as many chances as you think.
Humoring the Goddess 