“Mommy! Look at the rainbow,” the little boy called in awe. He had been playing by himself near his mother.
Anna opened her eyes and looked where he was pointing. “Oh, Devon, isn’t it pretty,” she said turning to look at him. “Come here, my beautiful boy. Can you recite the colors?” He nodded. “Come sit in my lap then and tell me.” He did so and started by pointing at each color. Anna stroked his hair and noticed the gold highlights the sun had given to the rich brown. She also noticed his mop haircut needed a trim and smoothed has bangs out of his eyes.
“Red is at the bottom and stands for life.” “Yes, for being alive, for your life force,” she added.
“Orange is next. It’s for being creative and how I feel if I’m sad or happy.” “Um hum. Go on.”
“Yellow. It’s for choosing what I want.” “Well, sort of. Yes, okay,” she agreed when he looked at her with one eye closed and his head cocked. “And next?”
“Green.” He said it drawn out greeeeeeen. “I love green. It’s my favorite. It’s for healing.” “And for what else?” Anna coaxed. “And love,” Devon said shyly as he reached up and patted her face gently. “Go on,” she said kissing his fingers.
“Blue,” he sang. “It’s for telling the truth.” “And talking nicely to everybody and everything,” Anna reminded him. He nodded. “Then?”
“Then India.” “Indigo,” Anna said slowly. “In-di-go,” he repeated and then recited, “It’s to find God.” “And for everything spiritual.” “Okay, and for everything,” Devon conceded. Anna laughed. “That will do nicely. And what’s last?”
“Purple,” Devon said reverently and softly. “What’s it for?” “For after you meet God.” “Very, very good.”
Anna straightened the blanket they were sitting on and pulled Devon closer. “Can you tell me where the colors are?” He squirmed on her lap and said, “Up there,” and pointed to the remains of the rainbow. “Besides on the rainbow. It’s fading now, but its colors always live in us. Can you tell me where your chakras are and which color goes with which?” He looked at her scornfully as if anyone three and older would certainly know all that. Wriggling out of her lap, he said. “Your lap isn’t comfy when you sit like that.” “I was meditating. It’s the lotus position so it looks like a flower.” Unimpressed, Devon whirled in a circle with his arms outstretched before stopping in front of Anna. He faced her and put his hands on his hips. Then said, “Okay. The chakras,” he pronounced it chalk-rah. “Red is here,” and he slapped his bottom. Anna smiled at him and shook her head. “It’s at the base of your spine. You don’t sit on it.” “Here?” He felt for his tailbone, his faced wrinkled in concentration, and presently showed her. “Yes.”
Devon lifted his shirt and pointed to his navel. “Orange is here.” “Yup. Right again; and yellow?” He punched himself in the stomach and doubled over pretending to be in pain. “Maybe try patting your tummy instead,” she said as she rubbed it. “Poor tummy.” “It didn’t hurt.” She pulled him to her and kissed above his navel. “Stop, Mom.” “Okay, I’m sorry. I interrupted your telling.” She pulled his shirt down and looked lovingly at him, a rough and tumble little boy’s-boy but one with a sensitive and sweet nature and a gentle soul. How did she get so lucky in him? He always amazed her.
“Now your favorite,” she coached. “I know,” he said. “I stopped because I was wondering why it’s all green but there aren’t any flowers.” She was perplexed for a moment and then looked around at the undulating hills where they had brought their picnic. “You’re right. The hills and trees are all green. But there are white flowers.” She gently lifted the blossom of a small clover near Devon’s sneaker. “But no red or orange or yellow.” “No blue either,” she offered. “The sky’s blue,” he countered. He knew he’d won that round. “Or purple,” he added quickly before she could get to it first. “Why aren’t the flowers colors?” he asked. “I guess that’s the type of flower that grows here. Did you know, though, that if you put all the colors together, you get white?” Devon looked at her skeptically. “Nuh uh. If I mix all my paints, I get icky.” “Okay. You’re right about paint because paint is a, a thing.” Anna realized she was in over her head. Devon was looking at her, waiting. “When really smart people take all the different colors of light and put them all together, it makes what we call white light, but it’s really not white. It’s just light and contains them all.” “Everything I named?” “Uh huh,” she affirmed, nodding. Devon looked all around him and seemed to accept that.
“So tell me about green.” “It’s here.” He put one hand on his heart and the other hand over it. He looked thoughtful and frowned a bit. “I can’t feel it beat,” he said. “Believe me; it is.” “Okay.”
“Blue is here,” Devon offered as he stuck out his tongue and wiggled it around. Anna burst out laughing. “Well, close. It’s just below your tongue.” “I know. It’s my throat,” and he gave a yell. He was getting bored and hurried through the last two before flopping onto the grass and rolling over and over. He stopped rolling and asked, “Why can’t I see out of the eye in my forehead?” “You’re pretty young. I have the feeling you’ll be seeing with it very well as you get bigger.”
She kissed the top of his head. “I think you already have this one covered.” He rolled onto his back, spread his legs out, put them back together, then kicked them in the air and sat up. “Why does the rest of me have a chalk-rah and my feet don’t?” “Some people think they do,” said Anna with her eyes closed. “They feel left out,” Devon looked at his sneakers as he flapped them in and out. Anna opened her eyes and turned towards her son. He looked back at her. “They do all the hard stuff. They should have one. They’re more important than all the others,” he declared as he turned his hand in a circle. “They’re all important, honey. Every part of you has an important job. They can’t function without the other parts.” He thought about that. “Do you want to walk on your hands all day or talk to people through your toes?” “No,” he giggled and rolled his eyes. “That’s silly.”
“Yes; yes, it is,” said Anna smiling both at Devon and the thought of toe-talk. Her face grew serious. “I don’t know why people don’t talk about a foot chakra, Devon. They probably should.” “They really should. Really, really, really, should, should, should.” Devon was back up running in circles until he was dizzy and collapsed in the grass. He scooted over and put his head in Anna’s lap and sighed. She let him lie there a minute before asking, “You seem sad.” “I am.” “Why is that?” “The rainbow used up all the colors and the feet chalk-rah don’t have any.” “Oh, then let’s find one for them. What colors should we consider?” They sat quietly considering. Suddenly, Devon got up. “I know what color they are.” “You do?” He nodded, his eyes bright. “Tell me.” He walked on his knees over to her and cupped his hand to his mouth as she bent her head to him. “It’s light,” he whispered. “The feet chalk-rah are all colors because they’re everything.” I am so rich, thought Anna, so very, very rich. She smiled at her ruddy, glowing, delighted son.
The top rainbow picture was taken by Kathy Ashton in McAllen, TX. Thanks, Kathy!
The bottom rainbow picture is courtesy of Eric Purdee, taken at Jax Beach Surf and Sunrise Spot.