As a child I used to think the earth was like a giant snow globe. Changes in the weather occurred when things were shaken up. Looking up all you see is the blue dome, so, the concept actually made sense. Then came NOVA and other science programs which dispelled that image. Oh no, we were not a giant snow globe. There were constellations and universes far beyond my blue dome reality. Star dust clouds streamed throughout the reality beyond like a water painting left out in the rain.

My brain has tucked away these facts but they are not necessarily knitted in my spirit’s bones. If they were, I ponder, I would not view what is immediately in front of me – whether news, people, events, or worries- as if they were a blue domed snow globe. And yet, in a hobbit’s logic kinda way, there is a thread of wisdom in the snow globe view. When shaken, swirled, turned upside down, and even forgotten, the little snowman still smiles.

A simple musing while mowing. A whisper of “remember.” And a giggle to think of a smiling snowman as sweat burned my eyes.