As I said in my last post, my life is full of rainbows. While I usually love rainbows, this particular rainbow I call the “rainbow of doom”, because it was seemingly never-ending. I painted it in our church and it meanders down one long hallway, turns the corner and then down another long hallway. I painted it with my airbrush and managed to set off the fire alarm at least a half a dozen times. This picture doesn’t even show half of it. At night I have been having nightmares where people at the church start saying things like “oh lets make the rainbow keep going down another hallway and another hallway and then wrap around the entire church!” and then I attack them by spraying them with my airbrush which I have filled with, not paint, but pepper spray. And then I feel really bad for doing that.
But yesterday was a good rainbow day, because many wonderful souls came to the church to help paint the blue “sky” around the rainbow- probably around a dozen people. I was so happy to see the rainbow project finally coming to an end. I may have been getting a little bit too giddy because at one point I blurted out “We need to have a gay pride festival here now!!!”. That’s when the area fell very silent. My dear husband finally broke the silence by saying, “you would say that, Naomi”. And he would say that (in fact, he does say that quite a few times a day). My comment probably would have gone over better in a different crowd of people.
But speaking of gayness and rainbows, it really is unfair that the gay people have a monopoly on the rainbow symbol to represent diversity. It should belong to every fantastical individual out there. It should belong to conjoined twins, dwarfs, those with speech impediments and those that walk funny. It should belong to extraordinarily ugly people and those who are exceptionally photogenic too. It should belong to people with odd cowlicks and people with weird moles. Most of all, it should belong to people who can’t help themselves from saying the wrong thing at the wrong time (and are named Naomi). It should belong to everyone who God created with crazy nuances and unusual particularities that make this world such a colorful, vibrant and unpredictable place to live.
I love living at the end of the rainbow, waiting to see what colors are coming next. It’s best when I don’t make my own plans, because they never come close to comparing to the colors God comes up with. Tomorrow is Labor Day. I don’t have any plans. I can’t wait to see what happens.