05/31/2026
Today, many people across New England heard a loud boom that shook homes and rattled windows.
Some thought it was an earthquake.
Some thought it was an explosion.
Scientists later explained that it was a meteor about three feet across that entered Earth's atmosphere at incredible speed and broke apart high above us.
The explosion released tremendous energy, yet it happened so far above the Earth that no one was harmed.
When I hear stories like this, I am reminded of something our old people understood.
We are not as separate from the universe as we sometimes imagine.
The same Creator who placed the rivers upon the land placed the stars in the sky.
The same laws that guide the migration of geese guide the movement of worlds we will never touch.
For a brief moment today, the sky reminded us that we live within something much larger than ourselves.
Many people spend their days worrying about tomorrow.
About politics.
About money.
About the next argument on social media.
Then a stone from space arrives unannounced, crosses thousands or perhaps millions of years of darkness, and suddenly the whole region stops and looks up.
Perhaps that is a teaching.
Not one of fear.
One of humility.
A reminder that life is a gift.
That our time here is precious.
That we are participants in creation, not masters of it.
Our ancestors watched the skies carefully.
They understood that wonder is medicine.
Maybe today is one of those days to pause for a moment, step outside, feel the wind on your face, and remember how extraordinary it is to be alive.
The universe is older than our troubles.
The stars are older than our disagreements.
And yet here we are.
Breathing.
Learning.
Belonging.
Tâpwê.
Êkwa. Walk gently.
