Rainbows of the Heart

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,

driving distances

agreeing to sing a song parody

even though we didn’t know the song

(because, well, country music)

But still

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

it danced

and I danced along.

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Photo credit: Sheryl Began

 

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

Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World, Israel Kamakawiwo’Ole

 

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.

 

 

 

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39 thoughts on “Rainbows of the Heart

  1. I think we all have rainbows, but some people have access to them easier than others. When life is relatively easy and safe, we don’t have too far to look, but when it’s hard, miserable and dangerous, rainbows are probably buried too deep to be seen.

  2. Beautiful reflections–so many images I enjoyed such as rainbows shooting from hearts and black holes of hate absorbing light…if only we could find cures for those black holes.

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  4. Your words are like a soothing balm in the heat of the violence bombarding us on a daily basis. I love the 8-year-old’s perspective, “we have rainbows in our hearts.” Lovely!

    • Thanks, Kathy. You sound like my niece. 🙂
      The little girl’s letter made me cry. She was actually talking about Mr. Castile, and she said “You have rainbows in your heart.” I saw it on FB a few days ago.

  5. We all need to keep an eye out for rainbows, either to affirm to good we experience, or to counter the bad and to remind us to hope.
    That “Over the Rainbow” is one of my favorites. I’m enjoying it again, now.

    • Thanks, Ken. You are right that we need to look for the rainbows.
      I’m glad you enjoyed the version of Over the Rainbow again. I also heard it again yesterday. It just happened to play on my daughter’s Pandora station while we were at her place. 🙂

  6. Thank you for bringing us along with you on this rainbow poem party, a party of love with the frazzled butterfly, the chair-dancing to country music we don’t know, to great GREAT nieces and love and family and friendship. That’s where all the rainbows find a spot to light: family, friendship, love.

  7. Sometimes predictable is very comforting. Love your photo! And love this:
    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?

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