Resonance

Let me begin by saying that I am a dork. You probably already know that but for example…

I hate Star Trek but some of my favorite memories of my first son’s infancy are nursing him in the middle of the night in our big wooden rocking chair while listening to C.S. Lewis’ supernatural scifi trilogy and pushing his stroller around the crazy southern neighborhood where we were living while tuned into a documentary about wormholes and quantum mechanics on my new palm pilot. Although I am terrible at science and math, I’m fascinated by the truths they tell about the essence of the world we live in. Sooo recently I have been reading a book about important equations that have shaped the history of humanity. And it’s been blowing my little peabrain mind.

Apparently there are energy tunnels created by the gravitational fields of bodies in our solar system and scientists and engineers use them like ocean currents, galactic highways to send satellites spying around the planets and such. And there are places where the gravitational fields cancel eachother out, pauses where connections can be made and orbits rearranged, tunnels intersect and comets switch tracks like the flip of a coin or a well rehearsed decision.

And there are resonances. Occuring where and when two celestial bodies return to the same relative position together again and again to dance with slight variations on each other. I don’t know enough to fully grasp all this but I love to tickle my soul with these new found wonders and let them intuitively speak deep into me of those truths I can never quite get ahold of or put into words.

When I was younger I took for granted the marvelous magic of holiday seasons. Christmas was as inevitable to me as the passing of time, as necessary as food, as tangible as the landscape around my home. As I grow older I fear I won’t be able to manufacture what I remember for my children. I learn the histories and wonder at what exactly we are trying to conjure up. And every year beyond our belief in the reason for the season, the Bible lessons and long practiced traditions . . . beyond the gifts planned and purchased to show our love . . . beyond the special food and fun decorations . . . beyond all that I am overtaken by something so much greater than my feeble attempts at merriment and memory making with our children . . . we are swept up into magic and peace and it seems angels come to dwell nearer than their normal course. I can not explain this, but it seems a resonance. A place we have returned to as a human family for hundreds of years, to kneel at His feet and usher in a babe who came to alter the path we are on. A dance we tread with many variations but where we come together united in the quiet awe that a cradle brings, whispering so as not to wake sweet childhood rest. We return yearly after we have marched through all the calendar has thrown at us to reaffirm that life can hold the twinkling stars and hopeful dreams that our young ones still see. And each time we are encircled by this moment and all is calm, all is bright

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