Magic
Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins' gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susie spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself.
~Shel Silverstein
Today I stood on my back patio and blew bubbles. (My neighbors upstairs blow smoke; I blow bubbles, which I think is infinitely better). I bought a couple of big bottles from the store yesterday. One is blueberry flavored (blueberry smelling?) and the other is pineapple. I used the blueberry one today. It smells very nice. There is something magical about bubbles. They are so beautiful, so ephemeral-- sadly, so short lived. I came to the conclusion that one simply cannot be depressed while blowing bubbles. It's magic, pure and simple.
I had my first band practice today. That was magical, too. ;-)
Bubbles are pretty special. But blowing them requires you to breathe, and that's inspiring (excuse the pun) in itself.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem by Shel Silverstein.
ReplyDeleteBubbles are fun too, it is long time I haven't done it though. There is a shop close to where I work that does automatic bubbles in the sidewalk as a means of grabbing attention. love it.