When the sun is out and the air is so clean and so clear and so cool and the green is so abundant and my spirits are as risen as the lightest bread I ever made, I feel like there is nothing so good as to be alive here, right now, and in this place.
And it is also good to be reminded that this is possible. It makes me believe that anything is possible and then, when I heard the man on NPR talk about the Hubble Space Telescope and the Martian robotic rovers and how there is water in the form of ice just under the surface on Mars and how when we take pictures of far-away galaxies we are seeing the image of them hundreds of thousands of years ago (maybe millions- I can't remember) and all of this, ALL of this makes me realize that there is nothing that gives me more hope and makes me feel less anxious than knowing that there are secrets and mysteries and amazements unending in their number and scope and are as vast as the very universe. And even better- EVEN BETTER! every bit of knowledge learned about these things, every bit of data collected and analyzed leads not only to answers but to more questions and for some reason that excites me more than anything I can imagine.
I was a bad, bad girl in yoga today and asked questions of my teacher and the other student, both born and bred as Catholics and the answers always end up that there is so much about "faith" which has to be based on nothing BUT faith and I can't understand how that brings comfort. I can't understand it at all.
But oh- talk about space and light and atoms and THAT I understand, at least to the best of my ability, and that brings me comfort. There is just nothing like understanding my universal insignificance that gives me hope.
Isn't that funny?
It is to me. And glorious, too.
I hope you're having a good day, wherever you are and whatever you're doing and even if you are not, that you can somehow remember that maybe, possibly, tomorrow you will be.
Anything is possible. Even that. I swear it.
