After washing the dishes, I came back to the sink and saw that this tiny soap bubble that landed on the fine hairs of the African Violet leaf on the windowsill above the sink.
As I looked at the soap bubble, I saw it kept changing, the light spinning round and round on the edge of the bubble.
4 thoughts on “Thirty Second Soap Bubble Meditation”
Super cool, love that you see important things (and share)
I love that you call it important Elizabeth
Just beautiful, Maria! Art everywhere you look!
It really is all around us Karla.