Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte?

Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?” 

― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

When you look up the Chilean poet, diplomat, politician and nobel prize for literature winner Pablo Neruda you will find references to García Lorca, Miguel Hernández, and, of course, Allende. He was called a poet of the people and was, perhaps, Latin America’s most important 20th century poet.

I thought that I didn’t have an answer to his question.

Then I changed my mind.

Being away from a daily routine changes perspectives. Wide horizons open the heart. Shadows let you see yourself in a different light.

It was all there at the Eidersperrwerk. Having had a drink and a bite to eat, we went up to the wall supporting the gigantic barriers regulating the flow of the river. As we looked at them, we saw our reflections, as we stood together.

There are pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. Somewhere beyond the horizon. You can chase them. Hoping for the best.

No need to chase the rainbow that ends in your heart. It’s right there with you. You just have to see it and feel it – which, admittedly, can be tricky when you are busy.

Another reason to take time out.