Today, while out for a stroll in the park, the clouds appropriating the air space above me and the gentlest of raindrops falling ever so lightly on my head, I suddenly turned around to discover a celestial surprise of such magnitude that I nearly stumbled. There was no choice but to stop and stare:
… especially when I realized that, from my vantage point, I could see the entire arc end to end.
Surely there is meaning in such an unusual and mysterious appearance? There was, after all, no real rain-shower. Was it an angel’s shadow, perhaps, robed in long sheaths of vibrant color? A good omen barely disguised?
I couldn’t help myself from summoning up one of Kermit’s favorite ditties, the Rainbow Connection. It shimmied its way up into my brain, the lyrics inching up my face until it coaxed out a smile, and (certain that others were doing the same) I hummed the song all the way home.
Is it a sign of the times? The skies over Iceland and elsewhere are sadly congested from spewing volcanic ash. Some contend that Mercury has just gone into retrograde, so the skies may merely be reflecting the unstable swirl of energy and life. But right here, today, for a very short time while I was in the audience, the sky’s canvas displayed an exquisite abundance of beauty. And for that alone, I say amen.