“After every storm, there is a rainbow. If you have eyes, you will find it. If you have wisdom, you will create it. If you have love for yourself and others, you won’t need it.”
–Shannon L. Alder
TEN THINGS OF THANKFUL
I heard about an interesting thing this week, and although I can not see it, I found the image to be an appropriate overall theme for the week that just was.
Photographer captures rainbow and lightning bolt in one electrifying image – TODAY.com
Thunder crashing, lightning streaking across the sky, sometimes followed by the beauty of a rainbow.
And then sometimes, rather more rarely, there’s all three at the same time. Life produces all of this and more and sometimes it does this all at once.
At times I didn’t know if I would even want to collect ten things this week, as the rain seemed to cloud any rainbows that might have been there, but I again think these weeks are the ones when being thankful is most important.
Ten Things of Thankful:
I don’t know what I did before I discovered all that it had to offer. I can find and watch any documentary, on any subject I want. I can listen to all the songs I love. Unlimited and easy access to media and entertainment like this, for me, is extremely freeing.
For rain and thunderstorms.
I spent some time this week, just listening to the rain falling and the thunder rumbling.
I can not see lightning, for the most part, but occasionally I still can spot it, if the conditions are just right.
I have a vivid memory of driving home from my parent’s friends’ place, one night, with the sky lighting up as we drove. The sky was flash after flash and all was a bright light out the van’s window.
Now I remained inside, listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the awning outside my window. I loved the cool, rainy air and the science of a thunder storm came back to me. I thought about this powerful charge of particles out there, in the air, and I considered, for one moment, that science is actually the coolest and nature is truly spectacular.
I read a Facebook post from my local radio station. The DJ posed a question: how do you explain what thunder is to your children?
Silly really. I heard the famous explanation as a child of God bowling, but I never believed it. If that were true, I’d also have to calculate that the actual raindrops were God spitting on us and that never sat well with me.
Still…the theme of rain, thunder, and rainbows persisted as the week continued, even just symbolically and through literature.
For my nephew and his turning another year older, as he grows before our very eyes, even if, on some level, we want to keep him just the age he now is.
He actually prefers waterfalls to rainbows.
We had a nice little family dinner to celebrate the day. I re-edited and posted the essay I wrote about his birth and the journey his parents took to bring us all our sweet little boy:
Ordinary Miracles: Part One
Ordinary Miracles: Part Two
For the pure joy and happiness of a baby, something so untouched by any real pain or fear.
I spent an afternoon this week with my friend and her baby girl. We had a lovely lady’s lunch, the three of us, and she was extremely well behaved the entire time.
I got to hold her back at my house and, even though she is only fourteen weeks or so, she can stand.
Okay, well I may have been holding her up, but she is already just dying to use her legs. The problem is, they don’t stay straight enough, flopping and collapsing, unable to fully support her body for any possible, miraculous baby genius behaviour, any hope of forward, upright movement.
She had a ball trying, anyway, on my lap and with my assistance.
With all the rough weather in life, the best rainbow of all is actually the noise of pure and utter happiness made by a young child. She made just that noise. It was the most pleasurable sound, one of the best sounds you could/I will ever hear. It warms your heart and I let the memory of that stay with me as the week went on.
For fresh peaches.
I ate more of that amazing, creamy, soft ice cream I spoke of a few TToT’s back and this time it was with fresh peaches. Even better. Two delicious things put together.
For discovering a tasty chocolate dessert with a friend.
The rest of the meal may not have impressed us much, but you can’t beat the company and on discovering they had three desserts to offer: strawberry cheesecake, chocolate mousse, and deep fried banana split…well, we both agreed that chocolate is the best. We weren’t disappointed.
For the walks we’ve started going on together: my friend, her daughter, and me and I like the exercise I get, even if parts of my body rebel against me a bit.
For Middle Sibling Day.
I’m grateful I get to share that honour with my older sister.
She is strong and determined. She never gives up. She is the best middle sibling around.
I so wish I could take her pain away and get her all she desires for herself. I want to be the little sister she deserves. I want to make it all alright for her.
Glad to be middle siblings together.
For the ocean, seashore, whatever you call it. It’s a wonder of wonders.
More text messages from my brother out east in the Maritimes and I am wonderfully jealous as he tells me of how much he is enjoying the fresh east coast, ocean air of Nova Scotia and Cape Breton Island.
I am thankful there is such a thing and hope to experience it again one of these days, but for now, I am glad he gets to experience it.
Next stop: P.E.I.
And finally, to carry on with the east coast theme, for:
Rilla of Ingleside
Being from Canada and an avid writer and reader, Lucy Maud Montgomery is my Canadian author idol.
I had read
Anne of Green Gables
in the eighth grade and became obsessed with the films.
I only read the following books years later, or at least, the next several.
I love books and would have read more of them by now. Sometimes, however, being visually impaired does slow me down and delay me from reading like I’d like to.
I get books, in different ways, from varied sources. I read Anne in braille, when someone transcribed it for me. I read the next few when another visually impaired friend, much more tech smart, downloaded them for me onto my Braille Display, an electronic braille device. I found this one online and, as I’ve stated above with my love of YouTube, listened to the audio book.
Rilla of Ingleside is a beautiful book. Montgomery was the only one to write a moving account of what it was like to be female, in Canada, during the turbulent World War I days.
Most people, even if they did not read the books, know who Anne is. Well, Rilla is Anne’s youngest daughter, who is a teen during WW I and she starts out as a directionless young girl, but by the end of those four years, becomes a lot more than that.
I can’t wait to write a review of this book for my blog. It’s remarkable to me, that we can read books written one hundred years ago, and the beauty to be found there can still be so great.
The family has moved away from Green Gables, from Avonlea, and while still remaining on Prince Edward Island, now live in their Ingleside house, right next to
where the children used to play.
Now, as teenagers and young adults, facing a world war, they go there to talk about world events and tough choices, with one another, or to just think by themselves.
So there’s my rainbow to end this TToT with. I missed this week’s meteor shower, but I can hear the thunder, so I count my blessings.
Here Comes the Rain Again
The thunder strikes and even though, at first thought, that brings on notions of being hit by lightening, with the reaction of having to run for cover, on closer examination I see how the forces are mighty ones.
I think there can be both, thunder and rainbows, if we look for them and find the value in them both, either separately or together as one.