This Rainbow Connection

#sunrise in #Sheffield. XoS

I woke early today to deliver my daughter to her friend’s house were they began a daylong trek. It was early. And it was 13 degrees.
The bank machine access door would not open, no matter how convincing I was.
The car made an odd noise when turning right.
And I was grumpy.

After I deposited her, I paused.
And I saw the sun rise, quite by accident. Just from pausing.

Today, I could write many things.
There is a blog post of mine about writing motherhood and creativity on MotherWriterMentor. Thank you Tania for welcoming me there!

I will be co-hosting an FeMail art workshop and first reading of An Anthology of Babes: 36 Women Give Motherhood a Voice with Pippa and Penny Best of Story of Mum at the Museum of Motherhood on Thursday, December 5 from 5-7. Details here.

But, instead, after a Saturday of dusting and culling books and junk and just generally pushing the rock of housekeeping uphill well into the evening hours, my house is filled with rainbows. Not because of anything I did.

I know this only because I finally slowed down.
And then I saw them.

Rainbow Heart by Suzi Banks Baum

Here is to rainbows.
And to being transported by slowing down.

However it happens for you, I urge you to slow yourself this week.
Here is some music to assist you.

If you are curious about this extraordinary exhibit by Janet Cardiff at the Cloisters in Manhattan, read Gwarlingo here.

All my rainbowy love to you,

S

 

 

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Mama Rainbow. Section of Mixed Media Collage by Suzi Banks Baum

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  • Lorrin Krouss

    Your words are like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Thank you for giving us all , during this hectic holiday time filled with cooking, cleaning, shopping and gift wrapping, the permission to takes lots of deep breaths and pause. I will remember that when the turkey turns golden brown and no longer needs to be basted.
    Happy holidays to everyone.
    Lorrin

  • Lorrin Krouss

    Your words are like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Thank you for giving all of your devoted readers permission to take a few deep breaths and pause. I will remember this when the turkey finally turns golden brown. Happy holidays!