I love looking at this picture of our planet with its satellite in orbit.  I try to imagine how awestruck visitors are upon their first approach to the third planet from this star.  How can such a beautiful place exist?   How amazing the creative force of all that is in this universe?

And then I imagine what it must be like to enter the atmosphere and see firsthand the unimaginable beauty unfolding beneath me as I fly over the surface.

And then to take that first step upon the planet’s surface; to feel the intense physical dimensionality of the wide array of surface textures, and colors, and smells and sounds.  To behold the seemingly infinite variety of life…..

If I close my eyes I can feel that emotion of discovery, the rush of energy flow through me.  I can imagine how empowered I felt seeing the image of the planet and its moon upon arrival; and then how small I feel as I now stand upon the surface.  I feel an intense rush of gratitude.  Yes, that is what overwhelms me as I explore the experience of this new world.  Gratitude.

That is the Big Me.

But then the siren screams past the window and the clock ticks on the wall and the itch demands scratching under my nose and I am drawn back into the smaller me.  The me that so quickly forgets the Big Me in but a split second.  Along with my re-entry into small me come my worries and trials and tribulations; my sense of heaviness and burden; my “reality.”

From up to down my emotions heave, but I have hope.  For at any time I can simply look at this photograph and remember what is really important about this place I call home.  I can understand that I am but an actor on this director-less stage, creating small me with each breath in each scene.

Every time I bring this image of my planet into my mind, into my awareness, I am changing my small me role.  I am enlarging my small me role.  Soon I will be playing Big Me during every scene on this stage.

As will each one of us.

And when we do, all the bombs and guns and threats and greed and hate and fear will simply cease to exist for us.

That is what is waiting for us on the far side of our moon.

The other perspective.

The Miracle.

 

Take care and seek peace my friends,

Vince

 

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