I have always had a strange fascination with outer space, the Final Frontier, the Great Unknown. Just ask my father, I have been all about space movies since childhood. For all that love and adoration for astronomy, I would never in a frillion years actually go to space. The only way to get me into space would be the coming Apocalypse and my husband and children are already on board some sort of interstellar transport. Even then I would probably find an excuse not to leave. Think about it: only a few inches worth of mylar between your fleshy body and the vast void of nothingness. No thank you, I'll stick to my telescope and the Internet.
On that subject, this week there was a full Blood Moon. This rare occurrence is a result of Earth's shadow coming between the Sun and Moon. I could use lots of boring jargon, but all I am going to say is that the shadow on the Moon turns it this rich burgundy color, making you feel like you don't know what planet you're really on. That somehow during the night the Earth up and moved to a different location in our galaxy. So that morning, near 4:30 am, I sat out on the grass in the crisping autumnal air (word points?) I tripped down memory lane as I thought about all the times as a kid that my dad would take my brothers and I outside to see Solar Eclipses, Lunar eclipses, maybe a meteor shower. For me, I love the feeling of being insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe. It reminds me that God is out there orchestrating everything.
As that red shadow crept up the Moon, it felt like a little wave from Heavenly Father, letting me know that I should keep my life in perspective. Life has definitely taken a turn for the different, as of late. If 18 year old me was trying to do this she would probably be in tears every night, calling home to mother and father asking their help in a situation that probably doesn't concern them in the slightest. Not to say I don't still call my mother in a tizzy, but I've been learning to handle different kinds of stresses in different ways. For example: all growing up I hated being late. One day we happened to be running late for my ballet picture day. There I was in my giant "Mexico" dress (all the classes represented different countries that year), tears streaming down my face and trying not to get mascara all over my white dress. All because I was not in a specific place at a specific time. College has quickly cured me of that. Sometimes you are stuck at the printer waiting for 30 pages to print and class starts in 30 seconds. All I can say is "Oh well." A whole new meaning to "You live and you learn." It would appear that I have been learning, progressing, moving along. Halelujah!
As for the bargains, I've been having to make a lot of deals and compromises in order to accommodate the glorious mountain of homework that I smack into every morning. "Ok, if I can get hammer out this script tonight then I can spend time with my room mates after that." or "If I can finish my laundry by this time I'll fold it while I watch The Conversation and make mental notes on the zeitgeist of the 70s as I am sorting my lingerie from my tee shirts. I can do this." Let's just say I look forward to the day when I can go to work, work stays at work, and I don't have homework constantly hanging over my head.
And in conclusion, Your Honor, I'd like to say that I am happy for new experiences, new people, new relationships. Zest for life, that's what I crave. While times might get tough, if I keep an eternal perspective I might find that silver lining a bit quicker and possibly even reach the pot of gold the Lord had intended for me. Keep your eyes on that horizon, mates.
Cheers!
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