Life has a way of weaving the light and the heavy together in the same day.
That morning, I went to my youngest’s pep rally. She was full of energy, shining, and I felt so proud. It amazes me how she can get up at 5 a.m. and still bring so much life and spark to her performance. I left smiling, feeling abundant, and even treated myself to a cortado in my little 10-ounce Yeti cup.
Then, as I sat down and scrolled my phone, the energy shifted. The first thing I saw was a heartbreaking video about the fatal stabbing of a Ukrainian woman on a train. I cried. I felt the weight of sadness, anger, and frustration at the state of this world. The contrast between joy and devastation hit me hard.
I quickly walked back to my car and avoided contact with everyone. I was crying and trying to catch my breath. When I finally sat down in my car and looked up through my tears, I was greeted by a rainbow stretched across the sky.
In that moment, the universe reminded me: There is still light.
The rainbow felt like a gift, a comforting embrace. It didn’t erase the darkness or the pain, but it reminded me that the universe holds both… and that love and guidance are still here, steady and surrounding. That rainbow was the Light of the Universe, shining through to remind me I wasn’t alone.
I said a prayer, breathed deeply, and asked the rainbow light to settle into my heart. The heaviness didn’t disappear, but it was softened by a greater presence.
The Light of the Universe is always around us… sometimes in signs, sometimes in synchronicities, sometimes in the sky itself. It holds us when the world feels unbearable. It guides us back when we’re breaking down. We keep shining, even here, even now.
In my world…
divine light surrounds me when I need it most.I walk with faith that the light will always return.
I pause to notice the signs that remind me I am held.