Ramblings. As in: Have Words -Will Ramble. As in: Ramble: to write or talk aimlessly or without sequence of ideas, to proceed with turns and twists; meander As In: observances of an everyday life in passing through the spectrum of extraordinary.
The Human Race
Monday, December 13, 2004
It's 4:30AM. I'm looking through the blinds of the window up to the sky. My husband turns over, says sleepily, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for Metors." I say matter of factly.
He knows me. No strange occurance. Not a dream or imagining. I watch the sky.
"Is there a shower," he asks. I respond, "Supposed to be," as I pull on my slippers, reach for a coat.
My son the night owl, the one born for the midnight shift where hospital personal must be alert to occasionally keep the rest of us alive, is still awake. He wonders what I'm doing up so early. "Metors," I say, and reach for my coat.
"You're going out now?"
"This is when you see them." I pull open the door and step outside. He follows me, happy to have company at this hour.
We stand around. We both look up. The clouds are thin but visible. Not a great, clear sky. The streetlight is too bright. We should be in the country I'm thinking. We should be in the desert. A forgotten place given to wide skies and little else.
Then it happens. The clouds part as though parted by the Divine. A metor doesn't just shoot but majestically graces us with its presence. It trails seemingly just beyond our reach, just above the tree top, in slow motion. All Blue flame. A cosmic firework just for us. Wearing our faces and our names. I jump to my toes and clap my hands metor. This is how good it is. "Yes," I say. "Yes, yes!"
My son doesn't laugh at me. Doesn't make fun of my enthusiasm. He is wordless. He is awe struck. HIs eyes freeze to the skies.
The stars come out. All is still. "Well, I say," it was worth it. "Just for that one, it was worth the coat and shoes, and the coming out."
And so it was. And so it is. One brief moment to touch the Cosmic mystery. One moment to realize that the universe is larger, so much larger, than we give it credit for. So much larger than our mundane tasks and neccassary functionings.
All those planets just beyond our reach. Just beyond our imagination. And all The Mystery just within the borders of our understanding. Patiently waiting, patiently wanting, to be discovered.
River Jordan
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