How amazing to look up at two stars, in a blue bowl of twilight, and feel closer than ever to their light. The stark winter branches point between the dark and light, in the hour just after the sun sinks down beyond the horizon. Breathing into the crisp evening, full of life, stepping with awareness, love and hope. Watching two birds in a hurry for warmer climes, lofty as a whispered prayer sent up on an earnest breath.
How amazing to be a part of this vast mystery. To be awake enough to recognize it as a miracle. Could I ask for anything else? People, places and things are all illusory. What remains is that nothing ever stays the same. But for all my yearning, for my hopes and dreams, my desires and my life's drama that is played under that cosmic basin of blue, I can smile at the stars and know that they are constellations of my own true light. Our light. We share this big blue marble and it's more than enough to feast my eyes upon each blessing as it unfolds. Thanks to all that share it with me. Glad we're in it together.
Love,
Stacy
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