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hummingwolf) wrote2002-03-09 08:00 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2002-03-09 08:00 pm
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When I was a child, I would spend hours in the bathtub acquainting myself with the worlds in the soap bubbles. I rubbed a little soap and a little water between my little fingers and blew cautiously, taking care that the bubble would grow as big as it could but not so big it would burst. Then I would watch, mesmerized by the swirling iridescent colors before me. Each band of color was a different civilization. Each tiny speck was a person with a fascinating life and many stories to tell that I would never be able to hear. Red, green, or blue, I loved them all.
I would breathe on the world, ever so gently, trying to get the different cultures to mingle, trying to help them get to know one another. When a bubble popped, I would mourn. And then, so that the people could be reborn, I would create a new bubble, cupping the world gently in my palm, praying that it would never break.
I would breathe on the world, ever so gently, trying to get the different cultures to mingle, trying to help them get to know one another. When a bubble popped, I would mourn. And then, so that the people could be reborn, I would create a new bubble, cupping the world gently in my palm, praying that it would never break.