Rainbows are all about the colour for me. The brighter the better. If I was to be completely honest when I see a faded one it's kind of a let down.
This week, everywhere I have driven, I've seen jacaranda tress. They are in full bloom in my part of the world and so beautiful. I grew up with a jacaranda tree in my front yard. When we first moved to our house Mum transplanted it from a jam tin and by the time I was a teenager I could climb it, sit in the branches and 'hide' from the world.
So this week, while driving, I've been thinking about that a lot.
They are beautiful and the colour they splash across the sky is amazing. It made me wonder what colour I can splash into the world? These trees are naked and bare in winter until spring, when they burst into flowers of vibrant purple. When the flowers have dropped the tree then offers a thick canopy of shade in the hot summer months. They have their tough days - stripped back and raw to the elements. I've had those days too. And then, as though through a rebirth, their true colour is released, brightening the world around us. When the colour fades the evidence of their growth does not, offering a canopy of lush green leaves allowing all creatures to find comfort in the shade they offer.
I think about how my life can run in seasons like this; although I move much quicker through the "raw and bare" stage, thankfully. Then I am reminded that I have the opportunity to splash amazing colour into the world too, for others to enjoy. When the world is 'dry and dusty' for someone, I can be that contrast in 'colour and life' that gives hope and joy. And when my colour feels a little faded, still I can give comfort for those in my world. We all can.
So as I move into the next week, I do so holding this in the front of my mind. While I have these flowering trees to remind me, it should be simple; it's when they lose their colour and leaves, appearing bland and uninteresting, I will need to hold tighter to the thought and the memory.