I’ve been a touch reflective since returning home this week… partially jet-lag-induced slowness and partially reconciling where I’ve been, am, and am going. A lot to muddle through. Yet in the midst, I’ve seen such loveliness in odd places. Like the gorgeous little stars in the okra I chopped for gumbo tonight, and the lovely purple rain clouds that floated ominously by this afternoon. The joy of dropping off loads of clothes at the Goodwill and having a clean basement. The delighted sight of two little zucchinis on the plant I thought the dang squash vine borers had taken yet again.
The most beautiful, though, was on my first day home. A splendidly vibrant rainbow stretched over Minneapolis. Lovely enough on its own, but you see I have a special relationship with rainbows. As a child I learned that my name meant “God’s oath” and I quickly connected that with a cartoon of Noah’s ark I had seen. Noah had proclaimed the rainbow God’s oath to the people that he would never destroy them again… so if I was God’s oath, then I was a rainbow.
That image has stuck with me… rainbows show up when I need some affirmation of the path I’m on. When I decided to move home for a while after college, a rainbow appeared over Orange County as I drove there in the U-Haul. When my hubby and I began connecting in the courtyard where we worked, rainbows dipped down overhead. And on Tuesday, when I was questioning where I’m at in life, a rainbow appeared over Minneapolis, my home.