Two days ago I sat with my nephew in the playroom of Childrens Hospital in Pittsburgh (he is ok now). We were in the middle of an intense game on Xbox Kinect when I looked out to the large glass windows which took turns with a garden to share an immaculate view of the city. In the garden I saw a little girl in a wheel chair, an I.V. attached to her arm pumping what I can only assume was a remedy to ease pain. Her grandmother bent over and handed her a pink bottle of bubbles, I couldnt help but wonder if pink was her favorite color. As she leaned over the side of the wheelchair the little girl blew the bubbles away, as if every time she raised them to her lips she was letting go of her pain..making wishes that were lighter than air. Each one turning and rising, falling or bursting...each one carrying a gift, a hope, and a dream..floating so close but just out of reach. This tiny little girl was happy. And I thought to myself...I live a good life, there has been nothing so serious that has happened that I should feel a day of remorse or regret or resentment. If this little girl in this little wheelchair can be happy scattering bubbles in the wind then I should be happy every second of every day of my life. Since then I have been trying to look at the world differently, simpler, to break down the hard parts until there is nothing left but the good. I want to search for my own bubbles in my ordinary life, to pick out the small seemingly meaningless parts and make them into wishes and hopes I send out into the world. So here is my love, my wishes, and my tiny bubbles I give to you in hopes that you may find your own.
All my love,
(Found outside an abandoned house)
(I just loved all of the lines)
(I'd pick barefeet over shoes anyday)