When my mother saw a rainbow she ‘most always’ made the same comment: There’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And we’d learned to look up, eyes bright shining, and wait that brief moment. Your Dad’s out on the plough (plow), just where that rainbow ends.
And I sort of believed my mother, for her sentiment about rainbows that touched mother earth so far away.
When she was not well in her last year, I played her a few movies. One she watched, The Wizard of Oz, she drank in. She was waiting for ‘that’ song, as though she would find the love of her life at the end of rainbow.
We played “Somewhere over the Rainbow”, sung by Judy Garland, as we walked from my mother’s last resting place, alongside the man she loved, the man who’d brought her so much joy. She had long since gone to meet him. Sometimes funerals are delayed simply because it’s awfully busy!
Somewhere over the rainbow, I always see the beauty of peace, of the silence of stillness, of the hand of the All that Is. I see it, feel into it, blend with it. I dust off memories and they shine and twinkle like raindrops in breakthrough sunlight.
I love how she said “that” song… it just made it more personal.
And Judy Garland’s voice…that song, I clearly remember the first time listening to it, which was actually not the original but all the same moved me so deeply. No other song is able to convey that “Somewhere” as far away and yet as ideal as Somewhere over the Rainbow