Monday, August 13, 2012
I have never wondered whether there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The treasure was in the gift, the possibility that exists with each drop of rain and the delight when potential is gifted reality.
I know what my day has held... as you think of your day and the night awaiting.... from my sky to yours, it is the same sky and likewise, my friend, so is the rainbow.
And should you doubt, that the rainbow is yours, a gentle reminder, look and see.... she has gifted two.