It's been a sad month on my street. Two different people have passed away due to poor health. One lived next door, the other across the street. I didn't know either of them well, but happened to see the ambulances come for both.
Today my daughter and I were blowing bubbles. She was chasing them around the yard with a goal to pop as many as possible. I was attempting to shoot a good photograph of the bubbles while blowing them. This was trickier than I thought it would be.
I am always surprised at how wondrous bubbles can be. They are so simple. And yet, if I stop and watch one float away, I can't help but wish time would stop so I could somehow capture their luminosity.
Still, I have to work at being in the moment. I have to make myself choose a bubble to follow and watch it go. My tendency is to keep blowing more bubbles instead of taking a moment to enjoy the ones I've already made.
Today as I was blowing bubbles with the little one, I was distracted by the memory of seeing the men being wheeled into their ambulances and my thoughts were with the people left behind. My daughter does not know yet of death. And she obviously doesn't have my same attachment to bubbles, seeing as how she was trying to pop them all. I knew I should be there really with her instead of in my head, wondering about people I didn't really know. It's hard not to be affected by reminders of this short life. On the other hand, a two year old laughing at bubbles...well, it's hard not smile at that.
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