I have a theory.
It’s not scientific, I suppose, but I have observed the phenomenon.
I call it the “Jupiter syndrome.”
I don’t think I’ve shared it here. If I have it’s time for a repeat.
Jupiter is the largest planet in our Solar System.
A mass one-thousandth that of the Sun.
Two and a half times the mass of all the other planets
in our Solar System combined.
No solid surface.
I read an article years ago about how thankful we should be for Jupiter.
Evidently, due to Jupiter’s huge size and its consequent gravitational pull, its presence in our Solar System has saved this planet repeatedly, because Jupiter’s gravity sucks in objects that would obliterate the Earth but that she can and has absorbed through the millennia.
Jupiter takes the hits for us.
The cosmic punching bag.
Over and over.
The Jupiter syndrome?
Some people are just blessed with it.
They take the hits for us.
Calamity is drawn to them.
living with no solid surface
dizzied by a rapid rotation that refuses to stop so we can get off
our life a huge, swirling red spot
a storm that seems to have been raging since the 17th Century
while the rest of us watch through social media telescopes
and sigh our prayers
“God help them”
“Thank you that I’m not Jupiter.”
Sometimes it’s a just a Jupiter day,
count your blessings.
Sometimes it’s a Jupiter week, or month, or year.
Sometimes it’s a Jupiter life.
God have mercy.
And he does.
Five, they say, is the number of grace, and Jupiter is the fifth planet.
There is a special grace that flows through most Jupiter folk I know,
flows right off the wispy, wobbly surface of their lives
without them even trying;
so much substance from folks just happy to find their feet.
So be kind to Jupiter folk.
Pray for them.
And pray that you have never have any idea what in God’s name I’m talking about here.