For the Love of Inspiration

As a child, I was told there was a house inside of the rainbow that I could fly to in my inspiring dreams. It was my mother who prompted me to believe that the shortest distance between two friends can be measured in a hug and we helped each other. It’s as though our mutual dreams owned a coloring book and there was a story to tell. We knew that our stories had a right to live and breathe.

We had seven times seven thousand unfolding prayers, finding seven thousand promises to share. When she was pregnant with me, she heard my voice speaking to her in the womb and she interpreted my smile language. She intuitively knew I’d grow older and there would be many tears in the spinning wheels of time though. Some days would be hard and there would be puddles that I couldn’t always walk around.

“Embrace your confusion and let it teach you.” She said, as she dried my teenage tears when I was struggling. She knew that words alone were not like pretty nick knacks lined upon the shelves of a curio. She didn’t just tell me, she showed me the answers.

The life of a young person isn’t always a dancing song, with life captivating pauses of time reflections to medicate. Life can be scary and bullying words can be like a dragonfly that stings. It was Mama who wanted me to imagine that fate orchestrates life into a musical and destiny leads the band. I was hurt by other kids my age and mother taught me something valuable: The harsh words from school yard bullies do not even matter. I simply needed to learn the beauty of living inside of the rainbow.

I’m a senior citizen now and, when I think of the pure waters she drank in the white light, I see the torch she carried. No star shines brighter than the starry eyed wonder of a Yuletide child on Christmas morning. Now is the time for all good holiday feelings to grow new memories out of the older Noels. EVERY day of the year was like Christmas to Mama. I cannot help but feel inspired to follow her ways.

The silvery moon is a dancer and the man inside of it is an ageless wonder to a child. To me, it's all charismatic and wonderful, much in the same magical way that time arches over the rainbow. My mother is in heaven now and yet with me on earth, as I pour her inspirational quotes into the dry wells of time and she fills my life with poetry.