… on the bigger stuff

Oh. I know.

When the back yard looks like this, it’s hard to imagine that Disney/Pixar hasn’t come in and prepped it for a new and awesome winter-themed animated film.

Frozen Too: Maine.

Oh my gosh!

We need lyrics for the new song… get me a crayon!

The snow glows white on the docks tonight
Not a lobster boat to be seen
Dreams of ice relocation
Snow blowers haunt my dreams

The town truck’s plowing, will this swirling storm subside
Wanna stay tucked in, wasn’t that implied

Rum-ple-stilt-skin, oh hear my plea
Wanna stay in bed, not be people-y
No snowmobile, no shoes for snow
I hope they know…

Bring cocoa, just cocoa
Don’t hold it back anymore
Bring cocoa, just cocoa
Topped with Fluff, one scoop (or four)
I don’t care about blocked pathways
Let the storm rage on
The generator’s humming anyway.

 I still love that movie – Frozen, I mean (Frozen Too: Maine is still in development).

The mistaken-for-love stuff, the slowly dawning love stuff, the presumed-weakness-then-recognized-as-a-strength-stuff. The snow, the storms, the power and beauty of the nature stuff (not to mention a snowman with a personal cloud of flurries to protect him from summertime).

The idea that, in so many ways, the control of our universe is an illusion, and fear a waste of time.

Good messages, all.

When I went out this morning with my camera, I spent some time looking up and breathing.

So much space… time.

It is astounding, astonishing, to look up and realize the capability of your eyes is limited. Our eyes fail to see beyond a certain point, or plane.

And, perhaps because of that, we have wondered our way into thinking and exploring and learning what we can…

Beyond what we can see.

Stephen Hawking died, in the wee hours of today. The theoretical physicist who’d held the Lucasian Chair of Mathematics at Cambridge. One of the very few humans to be able to say he sat in Newton’s seat.

I read his Brief History of Time in 1990, the year I was married. I don’t pretend to have understood every single concept in it, but I got it enough to have my mind blow wide open with the vastness of the questionable.

He gave me that.

He gave humankind that.

Albert Einstein said the more he knew about science, the more he believed in God. Stephen Hawking helped me to understand how that was possible, and I’m not even a scientist.

He survived, Hawking did, fifty-five years after being told he had only two years to live.

Curiosity may have killed the cat… but I wonder if it, at least in part, kept Stephen Hawking alive.

He reminded us…

“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.”

– Dr. Stephen Hawking

The embodiment of wonder wrapped in science, or science in wonder. With a dash of encouragement for his fellow humans too.

Not too shabby at all.

Thank you, Professor.

I’ll be lookin’ up.

Thanks for readin’.

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