Iris

I received a mountain bike today from a dear woman today and the moment I got home I put my helmet on and peddled off through the misty spring rain. My goal was to see as many Irises as I could. Such a majestic and exotic spring flower that I feared had finished for the year.

To my delight I saw many many Irises. Golden Maroon, Purple with White, Yellow, Pure White, they were all so beautiful.
The sounds of Celtic harps in my ears I peddled along the back hills of White Rock overlooking the beach. As the sun sparkled through the rain a Rainbow was cast over the ocean. I could even see its end landing right in the water.

I peddled past beautiful gardens as I explored back lanes that I had never been down, and I have lived here my whole life. There was a point on High street where I could see the end of the rainbow landing no more than 100 yards on to the beach below. An eagle flies over head. I wish I had a camera.

I rested in front of a rock garden after biking up a steep hill and watched the sun setting off the brilliant throws of clouds I felt in that moment complete and at one with the world around me.

For this I am truly Grateful.

Blessings and thank you to Iris, the goddess of Rainbows and to Iris the Flower.

Namaste