Rainbows have been popping up all over the place lately. Over the falls, in the sky, over the mountains, in the desert, and in three states: Montana, Idaho, and Washington. It's rainbow season.
It's remarkable how fragile humans are, and how easily swayed. Events in our lives and in the world send currents through us, and we cannot be completely immune because we are feeling beings, and because, at some level, conscious or not, we understand that everything is connected. "No man is an island", "ask not for whom the bell tolls", etc.
But however we may be affected by the sad or tragic events we are witness to--earthquake and flood victims, civil strife in Africa, the plight of missing children--there are those very simple occurrences that bring us joy, as well. And rainbows are a prime example.
Everyone, with the odd exception I suppose, loves a rainbow. Something as simple, as accidental, as the way light hits water vapor brings people outside with cameras, brings them to their windows pointing, turns faces upward with smiles. We pause to enjoy it, a moment of beauty. We feel awe.
Of course, scientific fact can rarely measure up to the stock we're willing to invest in what we want something to mean. A rainbow may be light refraction, but what it really is to us is magic. Promise, ever since the Bible. A pot of gold, a bridge to heaven, a natural wonder. The human soul craves beauty and hope, to keep itself whole and innocent through the times of heartbreak. I believe a single rainbow possesses more healing power than an entire apothecary of medicines.
Find the simple moments of beauty in your life. Soak them in, fill up on them, let them move you. You're bound to walk away a happier person, and better fortified for whatever life may bring.
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