The Anatomy of Bubbles

I love blowing bubbles. The colors, the variety....it's just soothing to me. Every bubble is different. Each has its own color scheme and pattern. They are all different sizes with one basic shape. They float along wherever the wind takes them....some floating way high in the air and some more daring, only floating right above the tops of things. Some are finished almost as soon as they are made....running into the wrong things and meeting their early demise. Some have a longer life.....just slowly losing their color and disappearing. And some consume other bubbles to seem bigger and stronger. The one thing which is true in all bubbles is they take time and care to be created, they are fragile and when they are gone, there is no fan fare, no trumpets, they are just gone.
Do they sound familiar yet? They reflect what I see in people.

People come in different colors, different sizes and basically one shape. Some meet with a young demise by meeting the wrong people or objects and some live longer just sort of fading away slowly. Some are consumed by others and some are the predators, consuming others to make themselves feel or seem bigger. But all have one thing in common.....they took care and time and love to create.

Simple analogies by a simple person....

Remember: Love without boundaries.....Talk to your creator- He likes it and you will be better for it....Don't let anyone have enough power over you to steal your joy....but most of all...GO BE PHYSICAL for a while today.....tomorrow might be too late.
Peace!!

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