I gave up my rainbows in the fall this year. We changed the paint in the family room, and I made new curtains…a valance really with hand painted leaves. In the process, I took down all of the crystals hanging in the windows and then didn’t feel as though I wanted that kind of look anymore. I didn’t think that I would really missed the rainbows in the mornings when the sun comes streaming in. The rainbows had had their day in my life, and I had moved on.
But my mother got some crystals and each morning when I talk to her, she mentions her rainbows and her great pleasure in them. And then I visited a friend whom I hadn’t seen in quite awhile, and in her kitchen window, she had one large round crystal sitting on a crystal candlestick. What a great idea, I thought. She said she had done it accidentally as she dusted her windowsill one morning, putting the crystal on the candlestick to dust underneath it. At that moment, the sun came through her window and sent the rainbows flying around. Perfect.
Well, I am not above trying out someone else’s good idea for my own; so I found the crystals that were put away, and pulled out two round ones, one for the kitchen window, and one for the window behind the computer. Just now this morning, as I was finishing my e-mails, I looked down at my fingers on the keyboard, and there were the little rainbow flecks…on my hands, on the keyboard, on my white cotton nightgown. Not flashing all over the walls like before, but on me and the keyboard. That certainly has its own perfection, I’d say.
The rainbows are back and I am writing, anointed by the colors and resting in the feeling of satisfaction. God’s in his heaven; all is right with the world. Amen.
