Saturday, June 20, 2015

June 20. Day 171. I'm forever blowing bubbles

 No bubble is so iridescent or floats longer than that blown by the successful teacher.
William Osler
Bubbles rock. Bubbles are really nothing but air in a thin skin of not very much. But bubbles fly and float and shimmer. They are little rainbow balls of awesome that excite and captivate no matter how old you are. But big people often forget to blow bubbles. We are too busy and too important to blow bubbles. This is why I love small people. We teach them, hopefully to soar and shine but they teach us too. They teach us to stop and smell the roses or blow the bubbles and see where they might go.

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