Hanging in the south-facing windows of the living room are dozens upon dozens of crystals. These dangle on fine strands of fishing twine and sparkle with the bright sunshine. The crystals are my newest additions to the crystal collection. Previously, I had only about ten in a neat frame that Son made for me one year. Those still are my favorites but now the windows are filled with the happy pieces. This morning when the sun finally broke through the clouds, the crystals all sparkled at their best and sent rainbows dancing about the room. The sight made me think of my little granddaughter. Mary Ruth loves to make the crystals "dance". She very carefully touches the each one until they gently swirl casting rays of color as they spin. It is magical to her and her glee is magical to me. Oh, how I miss that sweet girl and wish she could be back on the Bayou. A year is far too long to go without seeing the grandlittles.
As I age, I find beauty in the oddest things. While the rainbows cast by the crystals are beautiful, the prisms, themselves, are works of art. Each cut...each facet is precise. It is that precision that causes the sunlight to be shattered into the brilliant colors. Without those, the glass would not sparkle nearly so much.
While looking at the crystals this morning, I could not help but make them dance a bit. Rainbows happily decorated the walls and ceiling. They bounced off of furniture and the old dog. They even made the floor look special. In the midst of it all, I felt a bit like Pollyanna.
As of late, the weather here on the Bayou has presented us with more than our share of rain, clouds and fog. It seems that even though we are not experiencing winter-like cold, we are having plenty of gray days of the season. It suits me fine. Give me a good foggy or stormy day and I am plumb happy. Occasionally, however, I need that sun to pop through the gloom and shine brightly. This desire is for one, and only one, reason.
In one of the living room windows of the Little Bayou House, there sits a oddly made frame that is the home of a dozen or so prisms and crystals. They dangle from tiny chains and, when the sunshine hits them just so, the entire room is filled with rainbows. Today when I saw the sunshine beaming through the curtains, I threw them back to reveal the crystals. Immediately, the room was dancing with rainbows! I felt a little like Pollyanna and her prisms. I smiled.
Sometimes in our darkest hours, we are sent rainbows to let us know that everything will be right again soon. In my case, I needed to see the rainbows filling the living room. I needed to see them dancing on the walls, the ceiling and the floor. I needed to find the rainbows. Occasionally, we all do. Keep looking. When you need them the most, they will be there.
