When I was a pre-teen, my dad had a string of prisms hanging from a tree outside our kitchen window. Sometimes, in the late afternoon, as mom was cooking supper, I would sit and wait for the afternoon light to engage with the prisms. When it did, small circles of rainbows would dance across the kitchen ceiling. It was a Kaleidoscope of color that would have thrilled even Claude Monet. As I watched their beauty, I found my whole body relaxing for a few minutes. Homework, chores, being liked in school and whether or not I made cheerleading all vanished away. For just a few minutes I could focus on the beauty in the world around me.
“You know why light is so beautiful though the prism, don’t you?” my dad asks me one day…
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