Rainbow

Here I am, keeping on keeping on. Keeping faith with the daily imperative to get up and do it all again. To climb the hill again to find myself up there with heather and stone and grouse, and muddy puddles, looking out over the valley. Today a perfect rainbow over the tops. The rain began just after I'd set out thinking 'ah, the sun's shining, maybe I didn't need to wear my mac after all...' The rainbow a symbol, a message according to M that you are not alone. I saw one, at first partial, then growing gradually, inching to fullness, then finally disappearing, the morning of G's funeral, and it gave me hope, as I stood with tears and rain running down my face. I remember it every time I walk that way, look at that view. Remember G's rainbow. So, today's one, in a different position, of course recalled that too. A blessing. Still learning, absorbing, digesting that I really won't ever see her again.