We can't touch time, or smell it. Yet it is utterly inescapable.
Everyday living is a constant encounter engaging our senses. To be able to sense the intangible, is perhaps the highest form of awareness; and time invites and intrigues us to do just so.
I seem to have passed on my fascination of understanding what lies behind us to our youngest daughter. She is just about to turn 13. She has a dream of becoming a Biblical Archaeologist.
Most people are bored by history. But for Minda and me, it seems to bring something alive inside of us. An insatiable hunger to understand the forgotten or unknown of bygone eras. Understanding requires that we take a history. The limits and the gifts of being able to know include the gift of knowing how much we do not know. And there is so much that remains a mystery. Understanding brings with it a humbleness. How can one be proud if there is an underlying sense that there is always more to learn? Life is bounded by death, & understanding is hemmed in by the vast unknown, yet both are limitless. Where in that is there margin for the finiteness of pride?
Minda was given a gift this week. She and I touched time. My mom sent us off on a dinosaur dig. 3 days of rock and dirt that came out of storybooks. We found bones imbedded and were in awe of the nearly total mystery these enormous creatures are to us. We touched time, and it touched us.
Thanks, Mom, Bob, Don, Terri, and Bosco. It was amazing. You can read what the newspaper wrote about us here.
Can you dig it?
Femur and either Tibia or Fibula that are pedestaled, masked and prepared to be extracted.
2 comments:
How cool. To already know at 13 what you want to do is neat. I use to love going fossil hunting.
My cousin is an archiologist in ancient Mexican something or another. She now teaches at the university level and does not get to go on as many digs as she did when she was younger.
How exciting! God's world is so amazing...how wonderful to read of your adventures :) -Thank you for your kind comments on my site!
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