Crystals hang in the middle of
every window of my bungalow capturing rays from each angle of our sun as it
travels across its seasonal path. Each prism of glass then creates a rainbow,
and I love rainbows.
Shutting off the eight-minute
snoozer after my IPhone had made its alarming wake-up call this morning, I
tried to focus. I have a new plan these days: waking up earlier so I can write
morning musings and hopefully fall asleep before midnight.
My effort today was rewarded with
a singular eight-inch display of red through violet appearing on my ceiling. I
also learned a couple of new things and reinforced an older awareness.
This pencil strip of bright colors
glimmered into a fuller slit of light. Nothing breathed in my bedroom as it
glowed brighter and brighter. No air seeped around the window frame to disturb
the teardrop crystal making it appear to disco dance. What sound I remember now
came from the ringing in my ears. I slowed my breath in respect. In the span of
seconds, the strip of rainbow lengthened, then moved such a small increment, I
didn’t realize it had shifted a hair breath of a pinch of an inch. On either
side, two smaller but identical arrays of color became defined.
I watched all three as they faded.
With a deep breath, I released gratitude for the spectacle then bumped into a
twinge of grief over the loss of this beaming glory.
Thinking about changing my
horizontal position to vertical, I noticed a smudge of light to the NW where
the rainbow line had been. The memory of this telescopic stretch of light starting
with red and moving through its progression of hues made me realize I had never
thought about how the leading color is always red. (“Is it really? Always?” I
asked myself. “Well, this morning it was,” I answered. “We’ll have to pay more
attention every time we see one,” I promised.) If that’s a truth, I thought,
how cool is that lesson? Red, the color of fire and the first chakra where we hold
the spark of our basic being. The place where we nurture our essence and are
called upon to embrace the phrase, “I AM”. Chills crept up my spine and covered
my scalp. “A lesson from the Universe,” I thought, “to remember my current challenges:
seating myself in my own fire and not let another’s goals or ideas buffet my
internal flame.”
The smudge of light brightened,
expanded until a grander stripe of rainbow spreading deeper and wider across
the pale ceiling. Had I gone into my day, I would have missed an even bigger
sight. This one became grander than the first. I heard the words, “Wait for it!
Wait for it!” and I did, until the largest expanse of distinctive segments of
graduated color emblazoned itself overhead. Like a validation of my thoughts
regarding the acceptance and nurturing of self and the passion of being in my
life. Letting that passion and self-acceptance lead the way to where next I am
headed. Like a promise that says, “There’s more, oh, so much more if you do
your work, hang in here, and wait for the culmination of it all.”
Phenomena observed. Point taken.
Lesson acknowledged.
