…and perfect the perfect light that comes after.
This afternoon there was rain; a proper summer thunderstorm. Round about 8pm, the clouds parted and the sun shone through. Brightly, cleansing. I went outside and I found it, there in the Golden Hour, the rainbow. I often find the rainbow, even if I need sunglasses sometimes to do so because it is so faint and hidden, the filter is needed.
It’s very metaphoric, isn’t it?
That perfect calm after such violence.
There is a lot going in my world – some paralyzing things, emotionally.
I have been dealing with some for a while, and ideally coming out from them, others are new and inevitable. All of it is LIFE. Life happens, and as I always say, life is for the living. That sounds trite and as if it’s an oversimplification, but it’s true… life is meant to be lived and life is for those who are still here, alive after the death… life goes on, for the living.
Life is for the living.
So let’s go live it.