Tiny Bubbles

So when DID I start feeling just that teeny bit taller?
When did that "lift your chin up Bev" moment occur?

I cannot quite remember but I think it probably came slowly and steadily....like the gentle rising of that hot milk sponge our moms use to make on Sunday afternoons when we where all begging for cake..She would pop it in the oven and somehow magically it would begin to rise ever so slowly, perfectly formed air bubbles popping inside of the sweet creamy batter...until it had risen all the way up and remained just there even when mom took it out and placed it on the kitchen counter.
Steady, well risen, firm and oh so delicious.

Is the way we experience our life really all down to getting the ingredients "just right", accurately measured and mixed with only a metal spoon so as not to bang out the air with a big wooden spoon?
I believe we have all had our "air" banged out of us as various times in our lives but being the awesome creatures we are, we rise back up and start all over again unlike the hot milk sponge which would flop down to the bottom of the pan never to rise again if it was "banged" in any way at all!

Now....back to me and my lift in body, mind and spirit.....I have spent my adult life feeling more like a scone than a sponge cake. A well made, reasonably well risen, sweet and quite acceptable scone. In this way many years passed, marriage, children, work, divorce, death...the usual.
Yet some part of me was totally and utterly convinced that life should ... well.. plainly put.... have more damn bubbles!

As time marched on I had decided that my idea of an "effervescent" existence was utter nonsense and with that thought came a tiny drop of heaviness which settled somewhere between my heart and my stomach. I think sadness joined soon after.

But then (insert drum roll) came the great Gift, wrapped in a dazzling covering of "Wow!" and tied with a huge bow of "Really?... for me??" Before you think i was given a matching set of cake pans as I obviously have a great appreciation for food.....my gift was a man who has brought the bubbles into my life that I have longed for. A friend, a confidante, companion, lover, fellow life traveller, searcher of adventure and appreciator of all that looks beautiful, smells beautiful, tastes beautiful and sounds beautiful.
With him he brought something which started to very, very slowly cause me to look Up, stand Up, live Up, and just like that hot milk sponge...... I have and still am rising a little more each day...Now that's where the "feeling a little taller" and "chin lifting" happened.

Life is so very different when you experience it from a "higher" vantage point!

"Sublime" is defined as elevated, lofty, inspiring awe, to make higher ..aka... an effervescent life filled with bubbles. At Last!

My mad ramblings via this blog on life, food, people, love and anything else that might grab my attention is dedicated to the love of my life, the bearer of new dreams, raucous laughter, warm hugs... the man who has put a rainbow above my head, effervescence in my entire being and a safe and solid terra firma under the heels of my red stiletto's.....I am truly Sublimely Happy.