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The Flavor of Pink Bubble Gum
Great sandcastles around the world
What this photo brought to me...:O) Hugs G-Ma
I taste the sweet wonderful "Flavor of Pink Bubble Gum" in my memory. As life sends me on my journey to where ever it is I choose to take it, I remember when I first learned how to push my tongue into the chewed upon wad, so juicy and fresh, made just thin enough to quickly remove my tongue, then push some air into the thin membrane I had created.
Fragile yet strong, but pushed to harshly and it would pop right in my face. I kept trying to make bigger and bigger bubbles until my cheek muscles were sore, the gum was getting tough and mom called me to have dinner.
Was like the sea and all the bubbles created by the waves crashing to the seashore upon the sandy beaches. I joyfully ran away from the rushing waves fast as my feet would go. I always loved the smell of the Ocean, the sounds from the seagulls and the rush of the salty waters. Collecting seashells from the seashore, in my pink pail, to take home and cherish. Each memory that day always made me so happy, feeling loved, brave and innocent.
It seemed the whole beach moved just to catch me. My screeching voice as the water caught my toes, sand moving under my feet as if to make me fall.
Clear blue skies with clouds that seemed to join the very ocean and made it appear as one huge body of heaven. The green seaweed that was all tangled , washed up to shore and left behind as the tide receded. Representing green the grasses of life that were to grow, helping to nourish the body, fulfill the love that was within my heart.
Ever loving eyes that watched over me, encouraging my every challenge, softly whispered words of the love that came from within the caring heart of my Mother. I always felt safe and sure, as if this beach was mine and I built many a sandcastle, just to watch it disappear from view, as if magic waters knew I was done. Always able to create another wonderful castle, all my own.
Sand slipping between my small fingers, as I moved pail after pail to my spot on the beach. I could always hear the noises from other's but to me I was alone, this was my place, my joy, and my heart beat quickly as I tried to hurry before the mighty waters of the ocean once again re-captured what was always in it's control...
Life isn't always in as rhythmic a motion as the ocean seems to be. The seas are strong, stormy, changing and yet the same. Times are when it is dark, it is calm, it is sunny, it is cold, it is always in motion, the Sun and the Moon are a big part of this action.
Calmness of today is a wonderful feeling. Enjoyed to the maximum and remembered as long as the mind will allow.
Like the smell and feel of the "Pink Bubble Gum" I am chewing, the bubbles I am blowing, control I have of what I am doing, the sudden burst of air that pops me in the face to remind me to stay humble , true to myself and forever kind to other's.
I guess what I am trying to express is the grains of sand are many and minute, yet when put together stand tall, make a glorious sight to behold, but does not last past the powers of nature's very substance of life...Water...One moment we are here , the next takes one to places of which are totaling unknown.
The view from my eyes will never be the same as from someone else's, the way I hear what is said will also differ, how I smell my "Pink Bubble Gum" will always be the same to me but different for you.
Kindness comes from within each of us, to be passed on , cherished as the breath we take each moment of each day. May your " Flavor of Pink Bubble Gum" always be fresh, full of air and something to be proud of...