Riding the Planet

Today is my birthday, and yesterday, my grandnephew Carter was born. Naturally, this has given me ample opportunity to compare our two situations.

Having spent almost half a century on this planet, you might think I know a thing or two, and I suppose I do. I can pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time. I have memories of my travels, and of friends both present and past. I’ve had regrets, I’ve learned from at least half of my mistakes and I’m proud of my achievements.

Carter, on the other hand, after just one day of life, is simply riding the planet. That’s what I call it when you just trust that gravity will hold you to earth’s surface, and you let the planet hurtle through space without making any effort to steer. You’re not there to stress out over anything, you’re not trying to solve anything. You’re just entrusting your fate to the universe, and you’re along for the ride. I try to do this when I meditate, with mixed results. But when I achieve a full state of planet riding, I’m content. Everything seems so much easier. Carter was born with the ability to do this. He trusts that he’ll be fed and cared for. He has faith that things will work out for him. So who is wiser? Nobody’s feeding me, giving over their entire existence to make sure I’m safe, or rocking me when I cry. Lucky kid.

Unlike Carter at the moment, I seem to be in a constant state of surprise. For example, just yesterday I discovered that this creature exists:

Pink Fairy Armadillo

That’s a Pink Fairy Armadillo and it lives in central Argentina. Granted, I haven’t spent copious amounts of time wandering around the heartland of Argentina, but still, I cannot believe that I’ve shared the planet with this animal and have never known about its existence up to now.

And a few years ago, they found an entirely new Indian tribe in Brazil that has never had any contact with the outside world. The only reason they discovered it at all was that an airplane flew over their longhouse. Here was a whole group of people living their daily lives, being born, laughing, loving and dying, and yet we didn’t even know about them. How freaky is that? http://news.discovery.com/human/newly-identified-tribe-in-the-amazon.html

I suppose the point I’m trying to make is that you’ll never stop learning, so Carter, even though you’re just starting out, even though I might seem comparatively wise, in the overall scheme of things, we’re really in the same boat, and we’re both just at the starting line of life.

So keep dreaming your newborn dreams, dear Carter, and let the world take care of itself. At least, for now.

Carter

8 thoughts on “Riding the Planet

  1. Vicky

    Congrats, Great Aunt Barb, and welcome, Carter. Are you SURE the armadillo isn’t Photshopped? Forgive my jaded self. Happy Birthday, my friend!

    1. TheViewfromaDrawbridge

      Yes, I’ve yet to hear from my niece. I’m wondering what her thoughts are about me juxtaposing her newborn with a strange armadillo. I’ll just hide behind my advanced age if she calls me out.

  2. Carole Lewis

    Oh Carter is beautiful. Of course I had to Google Pink Fairy Armadillo and lo it has opened hundreds of articles to facinate everyone. From T shirts to Tee Hee, Almost as intriguing as a Sloth .But that is for reading after I catch up on all your blogs.

    1. Definitely look up my blog entry about “Enthusiosity” because you’ve got that yourself, for sure. I hope you’ll click on the thing to the lower right of my blogs that allows you to follow them via e-mail. That way you’ll see them daily. I love your comments.

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