Yesterday Guinevere and I turned right where we normally turn left. It was just a half a block later that I noticed a path peeking out between the trees with stairs heading down toward Minnehaha Creek. I was pretty sure where the path would lead so we took the path. After just a bit, I could see the bottom of the steps; there was a rainbow-painted bridge across the creek that I had never realized was there. The steps were completed embowered (I love that word) by a little forest of trees and the creek gurgles nicely as you walk over the bridge.
For several years I avoided using rainbows. It’s hard when something becomes a symbol for a movement; you’ve never sure how your use of that symbol will be interpreted. And not just rainbows but the symbol of the rainbow bridge! But I’ve found that I’m craving rainbows the last couple of months – for me, they give me hope and bring me beauty. I’ve made lots of rainbow-themed cards over the summer and added some rainbow stamps and dies to my collection.
So I was very happy to see the little rainbow bridge. I think that Guinevere and I will visit the path and the bridge often in the future!
If you had a symbol for your life, what would you choose?