I drove into a landscape lit by a rainbow, with crows and kites wheeling overhead, their wings carrying them into the light. I remembered the legends and stories associated with those ribbons in the sky that seem to emanate from all cultures… the pot of gold and the problematic three wishes, a promise from the divine or the bridge to another world.
For some it is a bridge between the worlds, a celestial highway that links past to present, human to Divine. For others it has been the bow from which the lightning is fired… arrows of the gods that carry their Will to earth. To some the Rainbow Snake is the Creator, bringing both life and death.
Whichever way you look at it, the rainbow has held a mystery for mankind as long as we have raised our eyes to the sky. The mixture of light and moisture from…
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