...she couldn't see what was so interesting about being Chinese. If he knew – if he had any idea how restricting some of those traditional values could be – then he would understand why she wanted to keep it a secret. - p. 33
At the beginning of the year, I bought a little prism and I put it in my bedroom window. It would be a reminder to myself to let the light of this often dark world shine through me, and to cast back as much hope and color as I am able.
I liked my symbol, but I didn't have it positioned properly for the longest time. Recently I moved it, messed around with it until it cast the tiniest little spectrum onto my window ledge. Meh, I thought.
But the following morning, I woke up to a rainbow cast across the edge of my bed. Every day since, no matter what mood I wake up in, I spot this band of colors and think: how much unseen beauty there is all around us. What a miracle that such multitudes are contained in the very light that envelops us. I wanted the prism to stand as a reminder to me of what I aimed to put into the world.
This week, and for the foreseeable future (on sunny mornings at least!) it's reminding me of what magic the world is already filled with, if I have eyes to see it.