'i saw a dead rainbow today mom. it was lying in a puddle.'
-my son, this week, 6 years old.
i started to explain that there was probably oil or gas or some sort of chemical in the puddle, and that it wasn't the same as a rainbow, and that nothing had died.....
scott started explaining that that's what happens to rainbows when someone finds their pot of gold. scott is by far the best at 'creative explanation' in our family (he hates it when i call it what it is: lying). i wonder which of our children will inherit his giftedness. since i found an entire game hidden behind a lunch box today, a game my son had assured me he had cleaned up, i think i know who to bet on. along with the fact that he saw a dead rainbow.
i have made it through my first of five weeks of crazy, where i'm working at my new job and teaching two art lessons on top of what has here-to-fore been my full time job of being a housewife and artist. in the last two weeks i have moved from having no schedule, other than housework and painting, to having to colour coordinate my day planner. well, i probably don't have to colour coordinate, but it does give me a sense of satisfaction :). green for meals, blue for household, black for appointments, purple for work, pink for art classes. it's a freakin' dead rainbow!
there is definitely a degree of satisfaction when i hit the pillow at night - like, "i'm doing it". i'm the modern woman who works and keeps the house humming and makes valentines and attends PTA meetings and does her hair. i have joined the ranks of bagged lunches and professional dress and speaking sentences like "sorry, i work that day". it's been almost exactly 10 years since i've done this, and MAN am i ever filled with gratitude that i didn't have to when the kids weren't in school. and MAN am i ever filled with awe at my friends who do! it is a constant rotation of responsibilities. but also a satisfying sense of competence - like i'm living at my highest potential. add any more speed and i might literally explode, but i'm humming along the highway, marveling at how quickly the trees are flying by me, and periodically enjoying the wind in my hair.
and tomorrow i stop the car. sabbath. hallelujah. hopefully the rain will slow and scott and i can find the ocean tomorrow. it's harder to find than you'd think - like all of your responsibilities and worries and laziness keeps you from its shore. but the last time we were there it felt like we were at heaven's edge. we were shrouded in mist, rocks jutted out eerily from the cloud and water, seagulls walked right up to where we sat and looked at us questioningly. we saw a seal pop it's head silently above the surface, and scuba divers waddling to shore. it was silent, save for a few bird cries and the lap of the small waves. it ignited something in me - dissatisfaction? desire? and also quieted me. the seemingly endless vista. i wonder what it must have felt like before people knew vancouver island was there, before the world was mapped, and the ocean spoke of chaos and the unknown. to some the brink of adventure. to some the brink of terror.
and now i stand at the brink of a new week, my toes wet, the tide pulling me deeper in. will i let the rainbow of my weeks work terrify me, or will i adventurously plunge? will i kill or be killed?
right now it's 50/50.