almost missed...

Believe it or not, I do write, even if it's not here.

Last weekend I finished a journal and this week started a new one... dubbed my "Italian summer" journal (1. because it's handmade from Italy and 2. because I'm lucky enough to be planning two trips to Italy this summer when I've never been before...)

An excerpt from my Italian sumer beginning...

"Last night I looked up from my desk at 8:15 pm and saw a golden rose sky, so amazing it looked like a painting. I went to the window as if drawn, just to look, and then I saw the most incredible rainbow -- brilliant, bright, on the other side of the sunset sky, arching across the green field and treeline, arching over my house. I ran outside and stood in the rain and the glow and just stared... at a moment I almost missed.

That's what life is... the moment we almost miss, every day. I want to find that. More importantly, I want to recognize it when I see it. Because so much of the time it's right there and I'm just not looking. Not just out the window -- I had to get up and move before I saw the most amazing part."

Rainbows are such an intriguing phenomenon. No two people see exactly same one. Rainbows are interactions of light and water seen only in the eye of the beholder, from a certain angle, viewable for sheer moments. So... if there is no one to see a rainbow, does it exist at all?

If I'd been the only person in the world to see that beautiful moment, God still would have made it. But if I hadn't been there to see it at all -- if I hadn't gotten up and moved from my chair, would it still have been there to be seen?

I wonder how many rainbows I've missed that were meant for me...

:: “Beauty is not caused. It is.” – Emily Dickinson