The Dangers involved in Popping Bubbles

Bubbles are fun to pop, especially when it’s bubble wrap bubbles.


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Bubblegum bubbles are a joy to pop too, however that sweet breath-filled substance has a way of bringing sticky karmic retribution especially if you happen to be an expert giant bubble blower. In your face, all over it, like a scream frozen by the wind (should have listened when they told you about that kind of thing happening). In your hair… chop, chop!

Soap bubbles are rather sad to pop, they’re so pretty when they float around in iridescent ethereal beauty.


Soapbubbles-SteveEFSoap Bubbles by Stephen Ford Elliot


Red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue… I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainb… oh… sorry, you can’t sing it too, it just popped and died.

R.I.P Roy G. Biv.

In astrology, bubbles are ruled by Neptune (go with me on this even if it’s completely wrong, please don’t pop this bubble…. yet).

An astrologer whose blog I follow (and whose posts I often get bubble-popping spiky about and loving it) has recently been writing quite a bit about Saturn square Neptune (a transitory aspect prone to being like the death of a soap bubble). They’re so caught up in exploring this dynamic that they’ve got a bit drunk on the euphoria of popping bubbles…



… and haven’t noticed that their bubble-popping is a bubble of their own which thinks it isn’t a bubble.

Maybe people’s bubbles do need to be popped, I suppose, for them to get out of them and move on… or maybe people just like popping bubbles, other people’s bubbles rather than their own, and forget that those bubbles may be dear to those who blew them and breathed their life into them…

Something they said recently, and their reaction to the reaction it caused, reminded me of a childhood experience.

It can be a dangerous activity to pop them in spite of the fun.

When I was a wee thing, old enough to run around wild and slightly feral, one of the joys in life which I discovered accidentally and then indulged in not accidentally, was popping beached and sun-dried Portuguese Man O’ War.


Portuguese_Man_o'_War_at_Palm_Beach_FL_by_Volkan_Yuksel_DSC05878Portuguese Man O’ War by Volkan Yuksel


On the day after a storm, at a certain time of year, the beach would be a sea of puffed pinky-purply-blue bubbles upon the shore.

This was the proverbial candy store to this rather twisted kid.

I’d grab a piece of gnarled, bleached white driftwood and go a-popping.

I knew enough to stay away from their long and spectacular tentacles, whether they were dead or alive.

I had yet to learn about spitting or other fluid dispersal into the wind… but the scientific lesson felt that I was ready to learn it.

Q: What happens when you pop a Portuguese Man O’ War when the wind is blowing your way?

A: You get your very own red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue bubbles on your bare legs and any other skin which was stupid enough to be exposed while it’s a part of you and your shenanigans.

Itchy bubbles teaching you about the possible side effects of popping the bubbles of others and the painful karma which may own you and force you to own it…




  1. Namaste ๐Ÿ™‚ Alas, astro-crap as usual. Just like with the Uranus/Pluto square. 11/26/2015 Saturn and Neptune may be square for a flatlander mind; however, they are more than 10 degrees apart by declination. Ottawa is 75ยฐ west by longitude; so is Cartagena, Columbia. Yet they are almost 3900 K apart. Same was true of the Uranus/Pluto “square.” More than 25 degrees apart by declination.

    Mumbo for the jumbos. Astro-garble for the shallow end of the mind pool. Like Rush Limbaugh or other agitators, stretching truth (telling lies) to stir the herd.

    Popping bubbles. Maybe the forceps delivery did something to my third eye. I had the misfortune of seeing auras as a child, and would comment about Aunt Edithโ€™s โ€œangry redโ€ aura or Grandmaโ€™s โ€œsick greenโ€ and Mom would take me to the bathroom and was my mouth with Lava soap. Even with years of flossing, I still find piece of lava grit. Big mistake! was to say that Reverend Donaldson was lying. So, I learned to shut up.

    Like you say, โ€œ…those bubbles may be dear to those who blew them and breath their life into them…โ€

    Thanks again for another mind-tickling blog ๐Ÿ™‚


    • Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

      Everything has its purpose, and all of us use things in different ways. Something may be ‘crap’ or ‘mumbo jumbo’ to us because that’s how we choose to see it for our own reasons, but for someone else it is of value and makes sense because that’s how they choose to see it for their own reasons. It when we try to make someone else see their thing of value as the crap that we think it is that we enter that territory of popping someone else’s bubble with our bubble. If they tried to do that to us we’d get annoyed with them, but we somehow think it’s okay for us to do it to them. Such is human.

      The astrology on that site is interesting, and often gives me food for thought, usually of a psychological kind than astrological kind, which is more what I’m after in astrology anyway. I find it rather fascinating to observe the main astrologer on it as they have a habit of practicing the very thing they’re criticising and yet they don’t see it in themselves. It’s a common human tendency, and one which intrigues me.

      โ€œThe world is so full of a number of things, I โ€™m sure we should all be as happy as kings.โ€ โ€• Robert Louis Stevenson ๐Ÿ˜‰


  2. Gave me a good laugh. And answered my question as to whether I should let a family member know the truth about another family member.


    • Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

      That’s always a tricky situation, especially when it is within a family. Have you seen the TV series Bloodline, it deals with all the alternate versions of reality, and how family members see each other, within one family. Try to alter someone’s reality and you often end up altering your own, sometimes for the better, sometimes not. In a family sometimes everyone knows the truth but it is never discussed openly.

      Best wishes on whatever you end up doing.


  3. This made me happy because I too love bubbles to this day. Bubble wrap, forget about it. I’m a kid in a candy store. But it also made me sad because I totally appreciate the analogy of people’s bubbles that go up to protect them and then they breath life into them and bump into others with them. Sometimes they hurt real bad. I didn’t realize I was popping his bubbles until it was too late. Will I ever stop paying? Rhetorical question. Of course it will. Change is the only constant. I’ve come a long way baby.


    • Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

      I used to be a total klutz about popping other people’s bubbles when I was younger. I haven’t changed much, just gained more spatial awareness, I’m better at keeping my flailing limbs away from certain bubbles (perhaps it’s a benefit of old age and less flexibility of movement). I do a lot of fish faces, mouth gaping open about to speak… then thinking better of it and closing my trap. If you pop someone’s bubble, there will be consequences, so you kind of have to assess whether they’re worth it for you.

      It’s sometimes unavoidable as some people are made of bubble wrap.

      The best bubble to pop of your own is regret, but that is made of tough bubble matter.


  4. If I got money back for every bubble solution thingy my daughter has made me buy, I’d probably be laughing all the way to the bank… Okay, I exaggerate, but I’ve bought a whole lot of those. My little girl loves blowing bubbles, chasing bubbles, popping bubbles… It’s fun watching her. Until she spills the bubble liquid, or it runs out and that’s the end of the bubbles and the beginning of the tears. I’m hoping there’s a gentle lesson for her in there. ๐Ÿ™‚

    I like your man o’war story… Clearly, popping other people’s bubbles has it’s perils.


    • Your daughter sounds lovely!

      Children are our greatest gurus, especially when it comes to bubbles. They know how to enjoy a bubble! The tears are just respect for the part the bubble played in their play or something like that. She’s got a great mum, so all her lessons will be gentle.

      You’ve painted a beautiful picture of your family, thank you for sharing ๐Ÿ™‚

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