I promise to write. From this overflowing pot of golden words that make sense of messes, the kind of messes that follow overwhelming flood.
And promises. I promise to write about promises. Promises that were written long ago, that make sacred the rebuilding of today.
I promise to love. Out loud. And to live without apology. And to hold my heart full-open, letting the sun awaken me true. Right here and now and everytime.
For rainbows... they capture attention. They show and reflect and shine and reveal. They inspire goodness and wonder, drawing from beautiful plans of redemption. They look forward, they remind. They paint the sky, and they touch the earth at the very same time.