Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Meditation #1: Upon Taking Out the Garbage

My tradition is to take out the trash after LOST which means far too late, when I am tired. But tonight I feel good, am enjoying my wife and my life and my kids and as I walk back through the frozen grass of my back yard I happen to look up and see the stars in a clear, brisk sky and the moon spilling over onto everything and washing out all but the brightest and most beautiful stars and wanderers and a plane flew right through Orion and I imagine all the passengers covered in stardust and the earth and the houses and the plumes of my own breath and the crisp pinch of a million frosted fingers on my face and I think to myself what an amazing and wonderful place God has made and we haven't managed to completely mess it up yet I can still see him through the street lights and hear him over the whoosh of the late night, homeward bound cars. And after all that to curl up with my wife in a too-warm bed while my kids sleep in the next room, in a house just a bit too big for us. My God, how blessed we are!


  1. wow ... that was one of the longest sentences ever.

    i had a similar experience, i felt very blessed when I am reminded last night after watching King Kong that luckily i'm not a gargantuan muscle bound misunderstood hairy mythical beast that bites the toungue off T-rexes and eats trees for snack who tragically falls into emotion delirium and falls in love(?) with a sensitive yet fragile beauty from the city who is amazingly immune to concussions and whiplash from being held like a toy in the arms of the oversized gorilla.

    all that to say that i'm glad that i'm not very hairy, but unfortunately i cannot really grow any hair on my face, and the most tragic of all ... well, let's not get into that right now

  2. It might be an exaggeration to call that monstrosity I wrote a sentence. Yours is quite lovely, though.