Monday Morning Musings:
The star explodes, creating a black hole.
Hate does the same thing,
it absorbs, but does not reflect light.
The sound of explosions,
the sparks and flames,
this is our world.
Fevered spirits glow, combust
creating bursts of colors
But where are the rainbows?
What if music flowed from our hearts
along with the rhythm of the beats?
And what if the music could be seen as rays of light?
Would rainbows shoot from our hearts
repelling bullets aimed there?
Would colored prisms dance in the air beside us
as we walked down the street?
Where are the rainbows?
Perhaps the rainbows are here,
have always been here,
if we could but see them.
Perhaps it takes a child
You have rainbows in your heart.
the eight-year-old wrote.
I wonder where the rainbows go when we die?
We attended a family event,
to celebrate a 50th birthday,
the husband of my niece,
who I call my sister.
We sat in a little group,
my husband, daughter, and son-in-law
apart from the others
joined by my great-niece,
(who is great, by the way)
she added her middle-school perspective to the event
a running commentary,
clearly adoring my husband, while mocking him
We chaired-danced at the table
not caring who saw us
my niece fluttered by,
a frazzled butterfly,
wanting everything to go smoothly
(Did you ever eat?)
But it was fine,
and everyone was fine
we were there for love,
agreeing to sing a song parody
even though we didn’t know the song
(because, well, country music)
it’s what we do for those we love
so we tried to follow along
but couldn’t really
still, it was fine
we knew it was love we saw and felt
(well, that and determination to power through)
and though we laughed
we felt the love
glowing like the light of the fireflies
that flitted around us
and we were the rainbows.
It was raining when we left our house,
but the sun came out for the party
sprinkles and clouds,
off and on
in the distance
I saw a rainbow
against the smoking mirror of the sky
and I danced along.
I took your fevers and smoked glass and made rainbows, Mr. Elusive Trope!
“You have rainbows in your heart” comes from a letter written by 8-year-old Leila Eisen-Ramgren, who attends J.J. Hill Montessori Magnet School in St. Paul, Minnesota, where Philando Castile worked as a cafeteria supervisor. This past Wednesday, Mr. Castile was killed by a police officer after a traffic stop. His girlfriend and her four-year-old daughter were in the car. You can read about the letter here.
More rainbows. I love this version of
Movie Recommendation: I’m not sure why we never saw this one before, but the 2012 movie, Quartet (directed by Dustin Hoffman) was a perfect antidote to the week’s news. There are no rainbows, but there is music. It’s on Netflix. It is totally predictable, but still delightful. Maggie Smith, Tom Courtenay, Billy Connolly, and Pauline Collins are in a home for retired musicians. Every year there is a gala to raise funds for the home. Will Jean take part? As I said, predictable, but such fun to watch these accomplished actors and to hear Verdi, Bach, Gilbert & Sullivan, and other great music. Watch the credits at the end, too.