Life Goes On

I'm snuggled up in my little sanctuary, 1 pm on a Saturday afternoon. Funny how one can live in a 3000 sq foot house and have one little dimension of a 6x8 square foot sanctuary known as a bed. Not much to see but I can hear the sounds of life going on outside. The most notable of Saturday afternoon sounds is the lawn mower. It seems to encompass all other sounds; it drowns out the sounds of car washing, pulling weeds, picking the last of the summer flowers. (It cannot, however, overpower the leaf blower...perhaps more on that another day.)

Hearing the sounds of a neighbor's mower brought this to mind: that no matter what is going on in our own boundaries of experience, life goes on. One doesn't have to move too far outside our personal perimeters that we begin to realize that community is nice to think about, wonderful to experience that "sense" of community but it is without a doubt, fleeting. It seems that whenever we experience tragedy or heartbreak or disappointment (for most of us), the pain will eventually lessen and we find within ourselves that realization that life goes on. People continue their Saturday afternoon lawn-mowing chores. I wouldn't want it to be any other way.