I finally fulfilled one of my many dreams this evening. I got to swim in a rainbow. Yes, I mean it!
There was a magnificent rainbow reflecting on the sea here in Tramore and I happened to be down the Prom with my swimming gear in the car. I ran along the brightly coloured wet sand and followed the rainbow’s arc into the sea. It was indescribably wonderful.
Naturally, I thought of the inspirational words of Christy Brown, so full of hope, that my mother used to quote and often sent to me when she knew I was troubled about something:
And there are rainbows
There are and there always will be rainbows. Be sure you appreciate them!
What a wonderful experience.
Absolutely magic! Thanks so much for writing!
Wow – magic indeed!! I can feel your rising spirit across the Atlantic 🙂
Great! I’m delighted, Val.
I hope you found the pot of gold 🙂
Hi CT, a pot of golden hope!
Oh wow!!! No one who deserves it more!!
Ah thanks, Dale.
The swim sounds wonderful! I like the idea of being able to swim into a rainbow.
Oh you should try it sometime, Sheryl!
Magical moments in life, Jean! Wow! 🙂
Hi Lauren. You’ve summed it up beautifully!
And your photo is gorgeous, too, Jean! We need to invest in a good camera. I’ve been taking my photos with my iPhone, which turn out pretty good for a cell, but not as good as they can be. I share many on facebook, but may do another post with some bay area shots. Anyway, have a great day! 🙂
And hope your day is bright and hopeful too!
What a coincidence. I saw a rainbow over the sea from my house just five minutes ago. I wonder if there was a chest full of gold pieces lying undiscovered at the end of either of our rainbows.
What a coincidence, alright, Sarah. Maybe it stretched from Tramore to You!
I just downloaded my rainbow picture on to the computer and realised it was a double rainbow. Does that double the gold?
How lovely to have a double rainbow. Sure it must double the gold, mustn’t it?
It was many years before I discovered that a rainbow is actually real and physical, not a sort of mirage. I can’t claim to have ever been in one though. Maybe the fairies have you now Jean 🙂
Hi Roy, I know you’re not into poetry very much but this is where your comment brought me ~ to W.B. Yeats’, The Stolen Child, from which this is the opening stanza:
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Ah yes, I’ve quoted this one before somewhere recently. Yeats I do have time for 🙂
You definitely have good taste, so!!