Trouvaille (noun) Origin: French | A lucky find.
Perfect bubbles in a perfect sky. I dreamt one time that I could live in a bubble. Reflecting everything around me. Rainbows, shadows, sun, and rain. Floating in a fathomless world. Bubbles are enchanting and beautiful and so delicate.
Once I grew up I realized that, for the most part, I was already living in a bubble. Everyone was living in a bubble. As a matter of fact, most of us spend our entire life in a bubble. We spend our life in our cozy little bubbles, separated from other bubbles. It’s a choice. Even if it’s a subconscious choice. Your bubble is your norm.
Too, too delicate.
We get annoyed when our bubble is popped, or disturbed in any way. We label the things in our bubble so they are recognizable to us and our bubble friends. It’s a comfortable place to live.
But so, so delicate. So, so fragile. So easy to burst. That was a hard lesson but a necessary one.
My trouvaille was finding my bubble again. Learning that I could come and go from my bubble and merge with other bubbles and leave again, undamaged. Realizing that no matter how far i strayed from the bubble, I would be able to return to it. How lucky am I?
I enjoy the beauty of the bubble, they’re fluid and yet they have these geometric shapes so they do surprising things – two spheres become a single sphere – it’s what bubbles do. ~~Tom Noddy