Bubbles by Karen Hughes
In 2019, how could I have known how significant ‘bubbles’ would be to me, now?
I live alone. There’s only me to keep-up my spirits.
Although retired, I hadn’t seen myself as vulnerable or in need.
I avoid TV and media, carefully selecting my online viewing, instead.
So, I had to get to grips with the idea of having a pandemic bubble and what it really meant!
Initially my son shopped for me, knocked on my door and stepped back.
To protect me, this loving and demonstrative young man wouldn’t come close.
Then, I moved to regular online food-deliveries. Later I bubbled with him, anyway.
Soon afterwards, he moved away from Essex… within a few days of my daughter leaving for West Africa!
Suddenly I was completely alone. I had to ‘swap’ my son for a friendship bubble.
These friends hold a door-key for me, so were my obvious choice. (Luckily, they said Yes).
Ah! Safely bubbled, again! Relax.
I love learning, so I used my time during lockdown to study. I also explored my creativity.
In doing so, I guess I became my own bubble.
Truth be told, with Chronic Fatigue, I needed time to rest! I was quite burnt-out.
After decades with this health condition, it was wonderful to spend time alone, to just ‘be’.
No pressure to ‘do’.
I began to enjoy my own company – possibly for the first time, ever.
I’ve gradually ventured into shops – small shops initially – and eventually, supermarkets.
24th July 2021 was the first time I went out properly since lockdown.
It was to a most unusually, bubbly event: “Music of the Spheres”.
A friend invited me. I realised on arriving I had NO idea what I had agreed to!
Have you seen people dance, play instruments, or perform on a trapeze before? Possibly?
BUT, have you seen them do so, INSIDE an enormous bubble!?! Probably NOT?
As part of the event, other performers played medieval instruments: a lyre, hurdy-gurdy.
And sound therapy tools: a gong, Tibetan Bowls.
Or Mongolian throat-singing: overtones/undertones.
It was such a surprise. I was totally captivated.
I studied sound therapy in 2006, and it fascinates me.
I spoke to one of the musicians afterwards.
That morning I’d pulled a muscle in my shoulder. I mentioned it was still painful.
The musician was also a sound therapist.
He placed a Tibetan bowl on my shoulder-blade and sounded it for a minute or two.
The deep resounding note from the bowl worked perfectly. The pain disappeared.
He demonstrated how he used the bowl and explained its deep note helped it work so well.
It took me a few days to connect the performance bubbles with my own pandemic bubbles!
Lockdown placed me in a bubble as their performances locked them into theirs.
I’d been initially reluctant to attend my first ‘large’ event.
Yet now I see this small gift from a stranger – in releasing my shoulder – as a release from my pandemic experience!
And its bubbles.
I would have hated being locked into their performance bubbles.
Yet my pandemic bubbles mean something different to me.
They offered me: Companionship, Closeness and Creativity.
But I don’t ever want to go back into isolation bubbles again.
Please. Let’s return to normal, now!