Last Sunday, my friend farmlady wrote about a rainbow
that popped up over her part of the world...
...and then on Monday morning it was at my house...
I liked to think that the same rainbow made the trip north
over night and paid me an early morning visit.
It was the best thing about Monday...
It kind of went downhill from there but thats another story.
I had read something yesterday which made me think of this rainbow.
A woman told the story of when she was a girl and her dad took her outside
one night to look at the moon, big, bright and full.
He told her that no matter how far apart they would be in their lives,
all she had to do was to look at that moon and know that somewhere, he was
looking at the very same moon.
She said it made her feel that the world was not so big and she was not always alone.
I like the analogy that we are all under the same sky.
It's a big one but not so big that you don't feel somewhere, someone
is cradled under that same big roof of this world.