It’s about 2100 local, and I just spent a few minutes outside looking at the sky. Seeing Orion leaping across the northern sky, and then turning to see the Southern Cross. Moving to a darker spot of the lawn, I can see a trace of the Milky Way sparkling.
And it came to me, that I am so very lucky. I have seen so many wondrous sights across this planet, things both beautiful and frightening. Stars across Uluru, the ethereal hush of a new snowfield in the moonlight. Dawn bright and harsh over Uluru, and an out of control fire rushing up a wall and across a ceiling like some inverted waterfall, palest yellow shading through orange and red into black smoke. The first sight of the woman who would become my wife - knowing, at that moment, that that was what would happen.
I’ve had some harsh times, true, but I’ve come out the other side intact, and can be confident I’ll weather just about anything that may come in the future. I’ll still have the stars, and the sun, and the fire, and my wife.
Tomorrow, I can take up the worries and stresses of everyday life, but for tonight, I am content.
For most of you, probably, it’s heading into spring. Your day is starting, perhaps, taking up the load of the day. Perhaps you might take a moment, though, for those thoughts of what beauty you’ve experienced, and perhaps, I hope, it may make those burdens a little lighter.
Cool, cool, man. I dig, you know? Yeah.
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so… why don’t you let me hold on to that pipe now for just a lil bit, ya know? 