Rainbows and the beauty of colour.

I saw a rainbow two months ago.

I saw it at a time when I had been feeling really discouraged. 

It stopped me in my tracks and I had a conversation with a stranger in the street about the vibrancy of it, and about how it had made my day.

As I stood in the street and looked and looked at it, the child in me felt that the rainbow was in the sky just for me.

It felt like a reminder of hope, that the promise of my life would be fulfilled and that I live out this promise in every moment. 

A reminder that the moments of my life, in every single day, are precious, and they are beautiful. 

That regardless of any outcome or end result, my life's story is a series of moments, treasures stored up that will one day be counted, and laid out and cherished. 

A reminder that life is a process and this process is the main event.

Since then, I have seen two more rainbows, one with my daughter Daniella, about two weeks ago, and another, two days ago with my husband, walking home after a lovely dinner together.

Rainbows are by their very nature, a celebration of colour, so I have been honoring my 'rainbow moments' with as much colour as possible.

Yesterday I met with my friend Deborahgrace for an art date at mine.
It was a wonderful time of colour, laughter and fun.

My work in progress..

Deborahgrace's beautiful art!

Deborahgrace and her and her joy filled art. Gorgeous!

Here's to many more 'rainbow moments' filled with hope, love and colour.
Much love.
xxx