On Sunday, from the plane's window seat, I watched the rainbow sunrise. The horizon burned red, bleeding into orange. Yellow blended into green. Blue faded into purple, pushing the night away. A few wispy clouds veiled parts of the show.
I let myself soak up the visible spectrum and bask in gratitude, reminding myself that soon I would be in the comfort of my own home. This morning, as I meditated in my dining room, a rainbow sunrise once again filled the horizon. A Peloton gratitude meditation playing in one ear prompted me to remember a time I felt loved. Right away, that airplane's rainbow sunrise painted itself across my brain. But this time, instead of clouds, text bubbles floated into view. The kind words my husband and sons texted me when I let them know on Friday that my manuscript wasn't chosen... C: Still impressive! T: 10 out of 2,000. That's some amazing odds. A: Sounds like you're just one step away from getting published. Could happen anytime if you're that close to something. Today ten minutes was all it took to get close to love and gratitude. Six hundred seconds to soak up gratitude rainbows so that my light could shine throughout the day, no matter what came my way.
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3/23/2023 12:24:50 am
I love the way you highlighted the beauty shown by your family. Just as the rainbow keeps showing up—both literal and figurative—so will more opportunities, especially with such an amazing support system!
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3/23/2023 03:13:35 pm
Hi Sarah,
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