Happy Friday

It's FRIDAY and that can mean only one thing..The Weekend is almost upon us! I love Fridays...

The weather had improved from yesterday..It was a bright sunny day with a brisk cold air blowing in the wind. A great day to take a walk and enjoy the beauty of Nature! And, That is exactly what I did when I decided to take the dog out for the walk around the yard. For some reason, The cold, brisk air felt good blowing against my skin-I don't know why because I hate the cold and prefer the warmer temps. But today, The air felt  fresh and clean!

Anyway, onto other things, I managed to get most of my work done today..and the rest I will save for Monday. It is time to get my Weekend On!  I have so much to do this weekend, such as preparing for next week's feast, shopping for gifts for the kids and than I have to take the dog to the Vet for monthly check-up. Whew, I wish I had a clone of myself on most days...but Oh well, It is good when life keeps one busy! Life is not about sitting on the sidelines but rather being a participant...

Today, I didn't feel like reading the News. Rather, I enjoyed most of the day outside walking around the lawn and admiring Nature-Color of the leaves, brown grass and how Autumn changes Nature as it prepares for Winter. It kind of reminded me of an old Folk Tale titled " How The Rainbow was Made."  A beautiful parable that I loved reading and I will now share so you can enjoy! Have a Blessed Day and a Wonderful Weekend!!



How the Rainbow Was Made
retold by
S. E. Schlosser

One day when the earth was new, Nanbozho looked out the window of his house beside the wide waterfall and realized that all of the flowers in his meadow were exactly the same off-white color. How boring! He decided to make a change, so he gathered up his paints and his paintbrushes and went out to the meadow.
    Nanbozho sat down in the tall grass and arranged his red and orange and yellow and green and blue and violet paint pots next to him. Then he began to paint the flowers in his meadow in many different colors. He painted the violets dark blue and the tiger lilies orange with brown dots. He made the roses red and pink and purple. He painted the pansies in every color combination he could think of. Then he painted every single daffodil bright yellow. Nanbozho hummed happily to himself as he worked in the brilliant daylight provided by Brother Sun.
    Overhead, two little bluebirds were playing games with each other. The first little bluebird would chase his friend across the meadow one way. Then they would turn around and the second bluebird would chase him back the other way. Zippity-zip went the first bluebird as he raced across the sky. Zappity-zing went the second bluebird as he chased him in the brilliant sunshine.
     Occasionally, Nanbozho would shade his eyes and look up…up into the endless blue sky to watch the two little birds playing. Then he went back to work, painting yellow centers in the white daisies. Above him, the two birds decided to see how fast they could dive down to the green fields below them. The first bluebird sailed down and down, and then pulled himself up sharply just before he touched the ground. As he soared passed Nanbozho, his right wing dipped into the red paint pot. When the second bluebird dove toward the grass, his left wing grazed the orange paint pot.
     Nanbozho scolded the two birds, but they kept up their game, diving down toward the grass where he sat painting and then flying back up into the sky. Soon their feet and feathers were covered with paint of all colors. Finally Nanbozho stood up and waved his arms to shoo the birds away.
     Reluctantly, the bluebirds flew away from Nanbozho and his paint pots, looking for another game to play. They started chasing each other again, sailing this way and that over top of the giant waterfall that stood next to Nanbozho's house. Zippity-zip, the first bluebird flew through the misty spray of the waterfall. The first bluebird left a long red paint streak against the sky. Zappity-zing, the second bluebird chased his friend through the mist, leaving an orange paint streak. Then the birds turned to go back the other way. This time, the first bluebird left a yellow paint streak and the second left a pretty blue-violet paint streak. As they raced back and forth, the colors grew more vivid. When Brother Sun shone on the colors, they sparkled radiantly through the mist of the waterfall.

Below them, Nanbozho looked up in delight when the brilliant colors spilled over his meadow. A gorgeous arch of red and orange and yellow and green and blue and violet shimmered in the sky above the waterfall. Nanbozho smiled at the funny little bluebirds and said: "You have made a rainbow!"

     Nanbozho was so pleased that he left the rainbow permanently floating above his waterfall, its colors shimmering in the sunshine and the misting water. From that day to this, whenever Brother Sun shines his light on the rain or the mist, a beautiful rainbow forms. It is a reflection of the mighty rainbow that still stands over the waterfall at Nanbozho's house.