in search of gold

The arching bands of light stood proudly against the grey sky as the storm moved east across the mountains. The days light was beginning to wain, yet when the last rays of sun shone through the ominous cloak, it was apparent that solemnity would welcome nitefall. I pulled the car to the roads edge and cut the engine.

My summer in Alaska's wilderness was drawing to a close but I felt as though this rainbow, this display of colour was inviting me to explore more deeply. "What should I be exploring though?" Should I be searching for the pot of gold as Irish folklore would suggest? Perhaps I would look to my ancestry and Norse mythology for the answer, believing that the rainbow connects the homes of Gods to those of humans. Each interpretation of a rainbow presents a common theme: To some it's a path, to others a promise, a bridge, a reminder. For me, the rainbow is a reminder. A reminder to let myself explore the possibilities of this world in which we live.

One doesn't really consider the power of a rainbow until you think back to all those that you've been lucky enough to witness. Connecting green pastures in Ireland, holding the mountains within it's arms in Alaska, spreading above the trees horizon back home in Northern Wisconsin. When you're lucky enough to see one first hand, you feel like a child again, experiencing this wonder for the first time.

Let your imagination run free. Find your pot of gold, dance with the Gods, let the rainbow wash away the doubt you hold close within your soul. The possibilities when you allow yourself to explore are limitless.