As I sit in this cafe working and typing away, I am at once a spiritual dichotomy. Go figure. I’m happily writing away, hammering out words without distraction. Currently, Muse’s “Starlight” (the anthem accompanying that “Crazy Stupid Love” trailer–can’t wait!) is playing overhead:

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Yes, in general, happy. Until those “hopes and expectations” (a.k.a., “black holes” sapping my joy) aren’t exactly met with ease. Hmph. Yep, there it is again. Tiny punctures of discontent, wondering, worrying, planning and plotting. Never completely content. Not quite satisfied. No matter the gifts. No matter the blessings. There’s still an itch there that won’t be scratched–at least not this side of heaven.

In short, my insides tend to groan a little something like this:

Is it just me, or do my offspring totally look like Mick Jagger here? Observe:

I’ll say it: WEIRD.

C.S. Lewis got it right (as he’s prone to do) when he said, “If I find in myself have a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

Here’s to being extraterrestrial. At least I find myself in good company–that Mr. Lewis was a pretty all right fellow.

Photo credit: (above) yours truly, (below) popcrunch.com