Those who have read my Shamrocks and Rainbows dispatch know that my sister, Poppy, and I utilized the power of a rainbow to get a little, lost creature home.
This power not only came from the yearning in the little creature’s heart, but from the symbolic power a rainbow has acquired over time.
A rainbow can symbolize the hope present after a storm has passed, a bridge to another realm or a divine covenant.
My favorite way to view rainbows, though, are as emblems of the power of unity. A rainbow wouldn’t be so kick-ass beautiful if it were formed of just one or two colors. Just like a community wouldn’t be so vibrant and alive if it were made up of only a single heritage, talent or point-of-view.
I like variety. I like to be surprised. I like the flavor that each of us add to the spice of life. I like to grow. I like to see things anew. I like it when individual talent transmutes into the gold of collective greatness.
I know this may sound like some sort of advertisement for your local free love commune, but it’s not. I know that life isn’t all sunshine and lollipops with rainbows coming out of unicorn butts.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t try to remind people of what we have in common, to get them to focus on what we ourselves can change in our own lives, and perhaps, most of all, to gently chide those who are just a little too dug into their trench of beliefs to see that there is actually a big, color-filled world out there waiting to be discovered—if they are brave enough to go discover it.
—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures