Musings & Threads. Rainbows without Unicorns.
Rainbows without Unicorns
I saw a rainbow this morning. Its arc stretched across the sky in a perfect semicircle. The fuzzy, predictable ribbons of color blended with the clouds to create a mystical moment. All the colors of the rainbow danced above me.
Rainbows are special because they represent a promise. In the Judeo-Christian story, they are God’s covenant never to flood the earth again. Of course, the Irish look for the promise of gold. In the Navajo tradition, the rainbow is the path to the holy spirits. Those who love animals refer to their passing as crossing the rainbow bridge.
That rainbow followed me wherever I went, watching the sunrise, walking on the beach, at the ocean pier, even while crossing a mundane road. I looked up and there it was.
As I stared at it, I developed a new theory. Rather than a promise or an omen, maybe a rainbow is just a rainbow. A beautiful work of nature to enjoy in all of its splendor. As I marveled at its beauty, I realized that would be enough.