Rainbows and Unicorn chasing

The good news is I haven't been to work in over a week. Yay!

So why haven't I been posting every 5 minutes?

The bad news is I have RSI of my right arm.






















So no cutting, crafting, cooking, cleaning or computing (accept perhaps for maybe a 5 minute session once a day - consisting of pathetic left-handed mousing and painfully slow one finger typing). This missive is in fact brought to you courtesy of several days of strained and dogmatic attempts to post.















I can't surf the net, hold a book or even hold a pen. And yoga is only to be undertaken within very strict parameters.

I certainly didn't appreciate how much I would yearn for something as simple as downward dog. And how my heart almost broke when class this morning finished off with handstands (while I lay in a sad puddle on the floor).
















I am sick of watching TV and being house bound (oh yes - no driving either). Even supposedly "low impact" walking can be quite painful as every jolt seems zero in on my inflamed joints.

So blah blah blah - woe is me.














Feeling more than a little glum (and just a tad bored) last week I was reminded of the concept of unicorn chasing. I haven't googled it - but the premise as explained to me by my bestest beloved is that whenever you see or read something awful - the need to replace this ugliness in your mind's eye with something pleasant or cute is known as "unicorn chasing". So for example, after reading a news post about war atrocities one might recover by having a quick perusal of the Cute Overload archives. Or doing an image search for Unicorns (if that's your thing) - hence the name.

















Well in dire need of supplanting the idea of being out of action (or at considerably reduced capacity) for some time, and the usual kitten /puppy route not antidote enough - I thought instead of the serendipitous joy of finding a random rainbow amongst the flotsam and jetsam of everyday objects.


The refraction of light off a glass. A cluster of shiny colouring pencils. A stash of fabrics assorted by colour. Showers of rain coupled with sunshine haven't cornered the market on spontaneous gratification as far as I am concerned.

I love rainbows. How could you not?




I am sure, in the great encyclopaedia of life, its listed under the entry "to be human".


I recall a moment in high school - whilst rehearsing for our production of the Wizard of Oz.

The stage crew were assembling the set whilst around was general mayhem. School bags, scripts and instruments strewn from one end of the Alexander theater to the other. The cacophany of students, outnumbered teachers trying in vain to quell the storm. All reduced to a silent awe as the 20 meter silk rainbow was lifted to the apex of the stage.

Mesmerised. Speechless.


Pretty powerful stuff.


If I can't go back to my current job, I am seriously considering the possibility of Unicorn Chasing as career.