Michael Jones McKean’s Prism of Possibility


Rainbows never lose their magical ability to make us look up in wonder and delight. In that first unguarded glimpse, it slips into that part of our heart, no matter how tiny, that is always five years old. Hesse McGraw remembers seeing rainbows sometimes while riding in the car. “It was the only time I could compel my father to turn the car around.” A rainbow! It caused a similar disruption when it was signaled to a curator, a plumber, an engineer, an atmospheric scientist, an architecture student, and irrigation specialists, causing each to stop, wonder, and figuratively turn the car around. Just as I did. Continue reading