In A Place of Ancient Promise

WE took a trip to Edisto Island. It was his families yearly week long stay.



The first evening, he took this photograph of what we saw across the horizon, above the sea. Not just a rainbow, but a double rainbow, if you look closely enough. A rainbow that would doubly insure the Promise of Hope. I felt a sense of Peace and Awe. Before the evening was over, my son would call me from inside a football stadium, several hours away.

My son did not call for just a little chitty chat. Instead, he had called to share with me what he had witnessed moments before. Inside the middle of the stadium, shooting up out of the center of the football field, had appeared a rainbow. But, not just a rainbow... it had been a double rainbow. I was touched by what he had shared, and had felt a significant connection. Part of the connection I had felt was with my son, that he would take time away from this gala football event, to give his old Ma a call and share of the beauty and wonder that he had experienced in that moment. When he saw the rainbow he had known, immediately, he had shared, that they would win the game. And it was so. In that moment of sharing, I knew that I had not failed him. I had taught him to read the signs. He had recognized them, and he had trusted in them. And I knew that the universe had not failed him. Inside of him had, somehow, remained a measure of trust, that in life we will not always fail. He had retained enough of a connection between his own spirit and the vast majical universe, that had kept the promise of hope alive in him.

For myself, I knew that I was on the right track. My own universe was expanding, with a new rainbow in the horizon. But, not just a rainbow for my own horizon... a rainbow for my son's horizon, too.

I don't think it was mere coincidence that we were given this experience at, most likely, exactly the same time. The connection felt way too strong.




I've heard it said that life imitates life. That's a very broad and subjective statement.


Yet, I've felt that all life resonates with the beat of one large and universal vibration, one thing being in unison with another.

It was more than obvious, at seeing the beauty and gracefulness of these trees, them having been apparently shaped, however unwittingly, by the sometimes gentle, yet often strong and forceful winds of change that sweep continuously across the oceans and the earth... or the winds of change that sweep our soul, to re-shape and bring about necessary change.

Life imitating life was present in the shapes and designs of the these grains of sand, patterns left imprinted, yet ever changing, from the ebb and flow of life... emotional waters, effected by many winds...


...strange, how the sand imitates the image of the trees that tower into the sky...



...noted, that the trees and grains of sand are both effected, uniquely, by the song of the wind...

...noted, how everything in motion, as all life is, is reaching ever upward and outward, in the hopes of continued expansion...

We can only hope that we may be able to become stronger with each wind, instead of weaker...
... growing older and wiser, with each passing year... able to withstand the next storm...



There will always be coming storms.

Storms are just another part of nature, that our inner life is trained to imitiate.




There is peacefulness in the beauty that surrounds the marshland, beauty that sources from calm and spent waters.















The warmth of the sun is reflected in all the beauty that abounds there.







The River of Life is constantly Flowing...







Take to heart, your observations...














... and keep on growing.


All photographs taken by Madpotter and myself.