The Light

Happy Easter Weekend, Passover and Full Moon!

The sky this morning is a panoramic reflection of all our Easter colors; the purples, yellows, pinks, and that color that defies the dictionary.  I marvel that I was drenched in these same colors this week as I, twice, visited Macy's and Bachman's annual flower show in downtown Minneapolis. 

As I stopped in my tracks at the inexplicably iridescent orchid at the end of the path, I said, "This must be the color of God."  A clerk I spoke with later said he asked one of the show designers if it had been colorized because it looked like Thomas Kinkade had painted it with light inside.  Inside the purples, but with indigo, oh and magenta, all at once, radiating light.  Everyone stopped, mesmerized by these blooms.

When we hear about the drama in this old world of ours, when we wonder at humanity's decline, we are better served by a deep breath that absorbs the vibration of such colors, whether in the flowers or in the sky.  And what better time than this week of sacred celebrations to celebrate God's infinite capacity to create whatever it is that we need.


The color of our world is the color of us.  We are iridescent, we are vibrant, we radiate the light of God from within us.  The words we speak, the breath we share, the light of the smile in our eyes all return the gifts we receive.  


Namaste