Blowing bubbles

The past few days, it’s been rough. Each day is far too similar to the past many days and weeks.

I’ve been crocheting, and attending scholarly Zoom meetings. And now, I’ve turned to something new. I’m blowing bubbles.

I’m enjoying blowing bubbles outdoors. The best part of it is watching them fly with the wind, up past the trees, over the roof, and wondering if someone will see them, if someone’s heart will dance just a little.

I’ve also been connecting with some younger organizers, movers and shakers, and former students. I watch their trajectories, and marvel at their struggles. I listen to their stories, I record some narratives, and I wonder how far, how high they will rise, whose lives they will touch.

Through their journeys, my heart flies, rises, and goes past my walls and windows.

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