Indigo's Umbrella

MichaeI D. O’Kelly

Description

This is a fantastically exciting tale that rumbles and rhymes with nature’s creative existence in play with humanity’s promise, the magnificent life forms all over the planet, the treasures of the human family, and the wonders of personal creativity. A tale embodying the symbolic inter play of philosophy, science, imagination, storytelling, adventure, and spirituality. Hopefully reader-viewers (of all ages) will resonate with the utter excitement and glory of our creative life on this Earthen Home of families -- and how each weaves and chapters their own story as they journey home singing in the sunshine --
“We Are The Joyful, Joyful, Joyful Colors Of The World.”

Sujets

• Science Fiction
• Adventure
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 20 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669873167
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Copyright © 2023 by MICHAEL D. O’KELLY. 847741

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.


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ISBN: Softcover 978-1-6698-7315-0
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Rev. date: 04/18/2023
INDIGO’S UMBRELLA
A Storied Birth of the Rainbow
[“The soul would have no rainbow, if the eye had no tears.”
—Native American Proverb]
[“Somewhere over the rainbow – Blue birds fly –
Why, oh why can’t I?”
– Song by Arlen/Harburg]

“L ook,” Grandpa, “a rainbow!” Allyson, soon to be ten and Dylan, who was seven, each said it at the same time.
“Wow, rainbows are beautiful,” said Grandpa.
“Where do they come from?” they asked.
“Well, that’s quite a story.”
“We want to hear it, Grandpa!”
“I guess now’s a good time to tell it. Let’s sit over there on those big rocks in-between the trees. We’ll look at the rainbow, before it goes away, and I’ll tell you the story. I’ll lean-up on the big stone, you two sit beside. You’ll have to try and see all the pictures in your mind, just like that rainbow, as I paint the words for you. Your imagination must be ready to fly its colors like the birds in the sky.”
“We’re ready, Grandpa.”

“To begin, imagine a world where everything is dark, gray, and dreary. No colors. No pretty flowers or beautifully colored birds. Even the sky’s gray and the waters dark. No colors. Even so, the sunshine was as bright as it could be. Just like stars in the dark night sky. The Earth’s sun was shining on a dark, uncolored world.”

“Then, one very dark day, a mighty earthquake happened. The bottom of the very dark oceans split open, and fire and rocks burst forth into the sky. The fire had all kinds of colors in it, but it all soon fell back into the dark-dark ocean. Black clouds filled the sky.”

“Then something happened that would change everything. Out of a crack in the ocean floor, a big white blob of a stone, like a burp, like a bubble, like a marble -- popped up on top of the sea -- and, before it would surely sink, a big wave carried it to the shore of a very small, lonely, little island pushed-up by the earthquake. It rolled-up upon the dark sandy shore. It was very still and looked a bit like one of these stones.”

“And just at that very moment, the black clouds, caused by the fire and earthquake, suddenly parted.
Then the brightest ray of sunshine you could ever imagine got through the dark and shined right smack on that big white, blob of a thing, which was really, I believe, a stone -- a rock-crystal. Yes! Like the big crystal-tear-drop that hangs from our window at home. Stones of solidified light!”

“Then what happened?”, they asked. “Show us like our crystal! We’ll see the pictures, Grandpa.”
“Well, when that sunbeam hit that big white-crystal-tear-stone-marble of a thing – suddenly, like magic, it started to come apart. It began to unfold like a flock of geese lifting to the sky, like autumn leaves falling in the wind, or notes of a song jumping all around in the sparkles of sunshine. What came from all that flourish of scatterings and splashings were the primal colors that you see in the rainbow. Seven colors. The big white crystal orb was gone. Out of it were born the seven colors that blend together to make up all the other colors of the world. They came alive on that dark, colorless beach. Soon, they were bouncing around like musical notes and children on a jungle-gym. All playing together harmoniously as if to some music.”