Showers for us this week. A little rain means an excuse to use our umbrellas… Our walk home from the library gathered a lot of attention as my little people jumped and twirled. (Fred Astaire would have been dazzled by the fancy foot work!)
The best part (besides stopping to talk to the snails, also out for their own walk…) was seeing how many people were thrilled to see the children and their play. City and construction workers honked and waved, other walkers stopped to visit, people at bus stops struck up conversations… The world, it seems, loves to see some colour on a rainy day.
“We live in a rainbow of chaos.” (Paul Cezanne)
Don’t we, though? And isn’t it beautiful?
Children have the simplest ways of seeing the value of colours clearly.
“Ride A Wild Horse”
Ride a wild horse
With purple wings
Striped yellow and black
Except his head
Which must be red.
Ride a wild horse
Against the sky
Hold tight to his wings…
Before you die
Whatever else you leave undone,
Once, ride a wild horse
Into the sun.
(My daughter – the artist – as she sees herself in the world…)
(…and the world as my surprisingly artistic son sees it himself…)
…and colours in the air…
Our dreams are made of colour and light, woven with friendship and fun, lifted like umbrellas high on rainy days to keep us dry and full of hope. A little rain will always fall, but our rainbow of dreams can brighten the horizon for ourselves and all the people that we meet. Hold them high and share them generously… Someone else’s day may depend on seeing the colours that you bring!
“Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.