An easy day to fall into depression, to fall down the hole of why as a lament of loss instead of climbing the ladder of why as a question of wonder.
So often, we fumble in darkness, bemoan what we've lost or feel has been taken from us, and fail to see and appreciate what we have, the gifts and blessings we've been graced with, the beauty right in front of and all around us. In this state, we extinguish all hope of happiness not only for ourselves but also for those whose lives we directly affect.
Confusion causes us to perceive our darkness a permanent state separate from light, not as the absence of light, not as a state of readiness for illumination, readiness to receive the simple knowledge that we are sufficient and were created that way, that the spark breathed into us enables us to breathe out an infinite flood of light and spread endless colorful rays of joy.
On the platform this morning, many people were carrying umbrellas. I noticed one in particular, boasting the colors of the rainbow.
Not the rainbow after the rain.
Not separate.
The rainbow in the rain.
Together.
The light in the darkness.
Together.
As one.
We often look to the rainbow after the rain-- the promise that we will not be flooded again to the point of near annihilation; we want to see the tops of the mountains emerge, the dove return with the olive leaf, smell green coming over the ocean...but it's especially poignant when in the midst of a storm, when there is no answer, to see a flash of rainbow and remember we are not alone.
ReplyDeleteYes, the flash of rainbow in the midst of a storm - much more beautiful than how I described it. Thank you!
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