I’m sitting on the roof looking at Saturn just to the right of the moon and to the left of the Big Dipper while waiting for the space station to make its fourth visible appearance of this day. The Twin Cities are fighting for my attention but are beaten by the furious blinking of the two television towers Jill and I used to live by. A little track five Death Cab on repeat sets the tone for thoughtful reflection on this life, this world, this universe, these cities and my place in all of it.
Have you ever had that dream where you needed to run, but you couldn’t get your legs to move? Do you ever feel like that in life? It seems like there’s so much to do, so much to accomplish, but you just can’t move. Circumstances, doubt, fear keep you stuck in time, yet you know time is short.
Many times my confidence is shut like my mouth, fearing the consequences of what might come out. I usually fail to see the positive ends. My biggest regrets in life aren’t what I’ve done, but what I haven’t done. I’m reminded this night that in the end I will not answer to man. Days like these awaken my soul to eternity and the ever so small place in space and time I now occupy.
The space station has now passed… visible for just one minute. To see it I had to keep my eyes on the northeast sky at exactly 11:31pm. I had to pay attention and follow directions or else I would have missed it. In this life, delay is the enemy of purpose. That’s my place.. a minute in eternity… I don’t want to miss it.
