I sometimes wonder what lies beyond our space and time.
A full day of working in the yard–one of my favorite pastimes–drained the life from me. Saturdays are usually a day for unwinding from the labors of the week, but yesterday was a time for landscaping our newly fenced-in backyard. I laid a new concrete patio with new walks to the revamped fire pit area the last few weekends, and I finished up the landscaping yesterday. It’s looking nice and I’m grateful. Spending time with the family is going to be very relaxing in our new space.
With the labors came the hard crash after a shower and dinner. It took me very little time to pass out in the bed; the television still on and the rest of the evening left to the kids. In bed by seven p.m. is not the usual for me, but between the strenuous work and the hot sun, I was tapped out. I woke this morning around two a.m. and started the daily brew. Stepping outside to a cool and still night in the midst of my project, I observed the sky.
An unusually bright star illuminated in the crystal clear sky. Its twinkle was almost unrealistic; animated. I thought of how many little specs we call stars and across the infinite. I pondered how small we truly are. In all of our wisdom and technological advances, our ignorance is trumped by the mystery of this universe. We try to define this time and space with our minuscule minds, and we still have little clue. We believe we know what lies beyond, never really knowing.
It is beyond me: this life of the unknowns. I take pleasure in the little things like the naturals utilized in the arrangements of pleasing landscapes created, and the cool morning. I see little more than the inconsiderable in the vast scheme of all things, somehow finding peace within it.