I never know where the inspiration for a new post is going to come from. Who would have guessed it would come from a small plastic invention I purchased for my grandchildren for Easter? The worth of this little invention is immediately apparent to any grandparent shanghaied into blowing bubbles for their grandchildren to chase, for what seems like hours at a time. Now, instead of ordering an oxygen machine, grandparents can sit back, and with the flip of a switch, breathe easy as this little machine spits out a gazillion bubbles at a time.
In addition, as anyone who has ever spent a lazy summer afternoon blowing bubbles as a child knows, it is one of life’s great de-stressors. There’s something about watching these little globes of psychedelic colored soap float effortlessly up into the sky and disappear that has a calming effect on us. And bubble attraction is ageless, as this photo of Gavin and Great- Nana found when playing with bubbles recently.
With this clever little machine, you can become a part of the show, as it spits bubbles out so fast you are literally surrounded by them, amazed at their delicate beauty. I don’t know why, but I feel the presence of faerie folk when surrounded by bubbles.Something not exactly of this world. Where do those bubbles go when they climb into the sky?
Bubbles also have an important lesson to teach. No matter how short an existence, how delicate a nature, how basic a design, one can bring beauty to the world in ways as simple as a small bubble sitting on a rock wall. You see, as soon as I purchased this wonderful invention, the photographer inside me shook free of its winter stupor and encouraged me to grab my camera and show just how much fun people at any age can enjoy bubbles. Enjoy my bubble adventure!