Blow

Re-Post from Sunday, March 4, 2007

Well, Blow Me Down

Magic truly happens when you purse your lips together and blow...whoa there gentlemen readers please return your thoughts to your northern hemisphere as this post has nothing to do with the testosterone fueled polar region of the male southern hemisphere. This magic is not the deep swamp voodoo of my youth but an everyday type of magic. The magic that exists in all of us and in the small wonders of each day. The magic that seems to fade into the background of our hectic lifestyles as we grow older, more responsible and just too darn busy to stop, put our lips together and blow...

The next beautiful sunny day, sit on your back steps, front steps or just plop down in the grass with a wand in your hand. Simply dip the wand in a translucent slightly greasy liquid and then position the wand in front of your lips and blow. The magic begins as you conjure beautiful prismic light filled spheres that gently float into the air. Play a Lawrence Welk album in the background and voila you have graduated to Hollywood Magic. Sissy and Bobby always cut a graceful rug to Lawrence's wonderful champagne music. Heck, there is just no way you can have the blues when you are blowing bubbles.

Even in the icy winter season you can have fun blowing. Just run yonder to your closest 7-11 store and buy a few pieces of Double Bubble. The packaging alone is pure magic and then you unwrap it to find a charming pink confectionery that will enter your lips as a gummy treat that you can transform with a simple blow into a sheer pink delicate bubble. Truly talented blowers often demonstrate the magic of the "Double Bubble" where a bubble is blown within a bubble. I must warn enthusiastic readers that experience has proven that the biggest bubble blown is not always the best bubble blown. It took my Granny a lot of ice, WD40 and pure grain alcohol to remove a bubble explosion from my Farah Fawcett inspired hairstyle in the summer of 1979.

The piece de resistance of blowing magic of course invokes fire. It is bewitching to extinguish a dancing flame with a simple breath. Add a decorated cake, gift-wrapped boxes and friends singing: "Happy Birthday Cha Cha Cha" and the magic of the ages is present. When you make this special blow your wish will always come true. Be forewarned that Birthday candles should always stay on the cake, no matter how cute you think you look after a bottle or two of the finest bubbly - it just ain't cute the next morning when you wake up in your granny's bed half-naked with birthday candles stuck in your hair cemented in place by big dollops of royal icing. (Once again home brewed grain alcohol was invoked and it seems that nothing dissolves hard icing like a fine misting of WD40)

Some time this week put your lips together and blow. Like Glenda the Good Witch in her beautiful bubble you will feel lighter and transcended above your everyday worries. If blowing bubbles or candles don't work for you, call Hugh Grant or President Clinton they seem to ease their troubled minds with a more therapeutic type of blowing. Personally, I don't want to mess another hairstyle a la Monica L. with a blow gone bad - Granny's in heaven now with her WD40 and grain alcohol.