We do not seem to know how long our ride will be. I blew bubbles with my kids the other day over a barbed wire fence. They flew wildly into a pasture full of obstacles, cactus, and Longhorns. Some popped in the air right away, some met with unforgiving nature so soon and others remained high in the air, riding the wind until almost out of sight. No bubble was doing a better job than the other, no bubble was lucky or unlucky in my observation. They simply were. All beautiful and perfect, riding the wave.
This picture is a tiny piece of dry ice, spinning its life in circles through liquid until ‘It’ was no more. Every day we go out into the world and give what we have to give with those we love and those we misunderstand. For as long as WE have.
Enjoy.
Presence and Positivity 
This is so beautifully written. Simple and honest. I will be thinking about it for a long time. Thank you!!
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What do you mean!? None of the bubbles are lucky!? ☺️ My plan is to be a lucky bubble, Jess.
I agree with your mom – it’s well said! I appreciate this post and you taking time to share your experience 💕 Hugs and Love!
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