Me too, Susan. Every time I see a rainbow, I stop to consider how I’m showing up and whether I’m showing up in a life that I know needs comfort. I can up my game.
I have often said that my life is unicorns and rainbows, but that is not the rainbow that answers your question. That one came the day after scattering my father’s ashes, as my mother, brother, sister-in-law, and I drove to the casino near(ish) to where my parents lived. It was one of the very few happy places my mother had. En route, a rainbow started to form and suddenly turned incredibly crisp and clear, showcasing each and every color. I seem to remember that it became a double, but that may only have been a trick of my memory. I’m convinced it was my father. They had a stormy marriage and just maybe this was a balm he shared with her. I’d like to think so.
That’s a beautiful story, Cathy. I vacillate between believing in “signs” and not believing in them. But mostly, I’m receiving them with grace because it brings me comfort and often, joy.
Who are you being a rainbow for?
I love that quote from Maya going with your stunning pictures. Thank you for the mention ,Dear friend 💗
Me too, Susan. Every time I see a rainbow, I stop to consider how I’m showing up and whether I’m showing up in a life that I know needs comfort. I can up my game.
Sun, ever-shining...
even worst storms, woes come, go.
Rainbows may follow.
...
May rainbows glow bright
against today’s darkened skies.
‘Til tomorrow’s light.
Beautiful, as always.
I have often said that my life is unicorns and rainbows, but that is not the rainbow that answers your question. That one came the day after scattering my father’s ashes, as my mother, brother, sister-in-law, and I drove to the casino near(ish) to where my parents lived. It was one of the very few happy places my mother had. En route, a rainbow started to form and suddenly turned incredibly crisp and clear, showcasing each and every color. I seem to remember that it became a double, but that may only have been a trick of my memory. I’m convinced it was my father. They had a stormy marriage and just maybe this was a balm he shared with her. I’d like to think so.
That’s a beautiful story, Cathy. I vacillate between believing in “signs” and not believing in them. But mostly, I’m receiving them with grace because it brings me comfort and often, joy.
Thank you for being a rainbow in my life.
That is so nice to hear! You are most definitely a rainbow in my life, as well!
Love the rainbows ad Maya's wisdom.
She most definitely was the Shakti incarnate.