Bubbles

 

For those who know me, BUBBLES are special.  So for those who don’t, here’s why:

 

I wrote a little story entitled Bubble Talk when my son was diagnosed with Apraxia of Speech.  What that means is:  HE DIDN’T TALK!  Although we believe that he was misdiagnosed, my son didn’t say anything other than ‘dogen’ until the age of 4.  Later I discovered that he was simply a late bloomer and the word dogen means enlightenment.  Being totally frustrated not being able to communicate with my son; I noticed that we really did communicate via ‘bubbles.’  Believe it or not, we literally could read each other’s thoughts.  Now at age 8, his vocal vocabulary is more diverse than most kids in high school.

 

In the past 10 days, I have attended two funerals as well as all of the companion Kleenex-packing events to celebrate the life of two very special people in my life.  In as many days, I have slept in my own bed once.  I have packed and unpacked ten times for myself, my son’s ages 7/8 and my 88 year old mother.  I have traveled hundreds of miles to say goodbye to people who I’ve known my entire life. 

 

Today, I am thinking about BUBBLES again but in a much different way. I’m still not home, but I’ve decompressed with a long hot bubble bath. Laying in the tub with my head almost totally submersed, I listened.  I listened to bubbles.  For those who have never tuned into the sound, let me just say that it’s symphonic.  Actually, once you tune in past the white noise of something that sounds like static, bubbles sound like hymns being sung by angels. 

 

Dogen ???  You betcha… 

 

You think of me and I’ll think of you, we’ll have a conversation just me & you

~Bubble Talk

 

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