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Wanting to Wear Rainbows

Photo by Lyn



I look in the mirror. I see myself dressed in my usual sober colors. Navy vest, light blue long sleeved shirt, and chocolate brown cords--do brown and blue even go together? (Apparently I'm willing to risk it). Oh, and navy socks with tiny white polka dots. That's fun, right?

My brown hair looks fuzzy from the rain. I've pulled it back into a pony tail. It's the best I can do with it, without starting from scratch.

Wanting to feel better. Wanting to wear rainbows.

Then I remember my awesome winter scarf, perfect for this cold day, the one I dragged my husband all over Paris to find, when my heart's desire was a colorful winter scarf a la Parisienne.

I run and find it. There it is! I grab it and spiral it around my neck. I smile. My heart warms.

I love color. I love rainbows, and now I am wearing them.

Is it going too far to say that I was already looking out for myself, back on that day, when I set out on a brave little quest to find a little spray of color from the heavens that I could wear; a simple accessory that would hold me in a loving embrace, keep me warm, perhaps give me a small sense of security--all, while adding the splendid color I'd been craving?

I can't wait to find what other gifts I have already given myself.

I wonder what heart's desire I will follow today that will come back to me as a sacred gift in time.

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  1. Oh my gosh--this first paragraph totally cracked me up!

    Specifically, these two lines: "Do brown and blue even go together?" and "Oh, and navy socks with tiny white polka dots. That's fun, right?"

    Glad you found your rainbow today...they really are everywhere if we pause long enough to look.

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  2. I feel all warm and comforted.

    Aaah, all is well.

    Lovely!

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