In a south-facing window in my studio I have hung a variety of glass beads, including a prism. On sunny days (like today) it throws rainbows around like some ecstatic painter. They stream across the ceiling like brightly colored comets. They bounce off the walls, and even sneak out the door to plant their clever brightness in the hallway. If you are standing in the right place, you, too, will be pelted with rainbows.
They are especially welcome today.
It’s the end of February, and I’m tiring of winter. It’s been lovely when we’ve been snowed in with no place to go and a fire in the hearth, but not when we need to get to our jobs, when the sky is that dirty-water gray, and the cold sinks through all the layers of coats and sweaters, scarves and hats. I’m tired of that kind of winter.
So thank God for prisms, and occasional sunny days.
And eyes to see God shining through all things.
Kris Haig — artisan, teacher, spiritual director