Sometimes I feel the bubbles rising in my chest. Pandemic, war, the end of the World… Life does what life have always done before.
Yet, bubbles rise in my chest. The sense of being alive. The sense of being larger than pain, lighter than fear, resonant with those that I love.
Take a moment. Stay.
Imagine that your mind is bubbles.
The sky
The stars
The whole creation!
Bubbles!
Feel those bubbles rise. If I gave you a present for birthday – what more than bubbles could it be?
Bubbles of champagne – up into the air – and down to our feet again.
Feel them…
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