Space: The Final Frontier
Spending a weekend in rural MI helped me understand why they call space "the final frontier". I love Chicago because of its access to world class events, beautiful places, and airports that are hubs to the rest of the planet. It even has a spacious lakefront, though on the best weather days, it is usually covered in people.
It is hard to value the small things in life or become sensitive to life when surrounded by other bodies, others' agendas, and long, stress-filled to-do lists. Yesterday, I was jogging down an unpaved road in MI (when is the last time you saw one of those in Chicago?) and a butterfly swirled around me playfully as I ran, and then glided gracefully onto a flower.
"What would it be like to be a butterfly?" I wondered. Just then I remember that my daughter has a book about a little girl who changes places with a butterfly for one day. What a lovely concept for a children's book! It gives a little girl a chance to "imaginate", as Ana calls it.
Then I remember the last time I read that book to her. I was preoccupied by the three hours of work I had to do after I put her to bed, and was calculating my sleep time before an early morning meeting. I read that book so fast that she could not possibly have had time to imaginate what that would be like to be a butterfly - despite the words and pretty pictures. Imaginating takes time and space and self-permission to focus on the richness of a moment.
I forgot what richness a moment could hold until I took time to appreciate the final frontier of space. I highly recommend it!