Sunday – May 22, 2022
on this Sunday morning in May
gray sky is visible through slots
of window blinds still closed
I take a moment to delight and reflect
in wonder at the words and wisdom
synthesized and shared by Maria Popova
traveling from dust motes to galaxies
helping me remember perspective matters
something this wee break revealed
while tackling deeper levels of decluttering
and kneeling on earth cleaning and repairing gardens
taking time to listen with awe and gratitude
to the impossibly lovely serenade
of a tiny finch sitting in the honeysuckle
singing her song in good times and bad
touching those who listen awakening hope
Sunday – May 29, 2022
These days, we sometimes need to be reminded there’s more to life than most of us realize. Caught up in busyness that binds us to a life spent pursuing the elusive happiness of “stuff,” we miss the beauty that can be found anywhere if we simply stop for a moment and change focus. Look up, look down, gaze into the distance, focus up close, turn around and notice what encircles us. There are so many mysteries we can explore.
I remember the questions I asked as a child. What are clouds made of? What makes lightning bugs sparkle? How can bumble bees fly?
I was never curious about weapons. In fact, I hated cartoons because they were violent. How could hating and hurting others be seen as funny? I tried to avoid the bully boys on the block where I grew up, but my father forced me to fight my own battles. I had to use the only weapons I had – wit and words. And of course, there was always curiosity in things I found far more interesting, like water-striders, pollywogs, and microscopic organisms found in pond scum.
These days it feels as though I am surrounded by people who never learned to see the wonder of life in all of its fragility, resilience, and ultimately, its power to blow or burn or flood us out of existence without much warning. Guns will not save us, but they may just end the lives of people whose intelligence and skills might save our lives and the lives of many others.
“To be human is to live suspended between the scale of gluons and the scale of galaxies, yearning to fathom our place in the universe. That we exist at all — on this uncommon rocky world, just the right distance from its common star, adrift in a galaxy amid hundreds of billions of galaxies, each sparkling with hundreds of billions of stars, each orbited by numberless possible worlds — is already miracle enough. A bright gift of chance amid the cold dark sublime of pure spacetime. A triumphal something against the staggering cosmic odds of nothingness.
“Stationed here on this one and only home planet, we have opposed our thumbs to build microscopes and telescopes, pressing our curiosity against the eyepiece, bending our complex consciousness around what we see, longing to peer a little more deeply into the mystery of life with the mystery of us.” (Popova, 2022, para. 5-6)
Moments in time that I noticed today…
An Indigo Bunting (eager to capture the moment through a window that needs cleaning 😊)
A Goldfinch (through the same window at a slightly different angle)
Ferns and Tulips (and an unmanicured lawn)