Day 194/365 Stardust

Tonight I stood outside on the lawn of the house where I grew up.  I looked up at the stars from the same vantage point I have so many times before. The stars have always shone so brightly from here, in the (relative) country, away from street lights or city lights.

So many times I have stopped outside this house, looked up and marveled at the spectacle of beauty above me. For over four decades I have been filled with a sense of wonder from the very same spot.

For just a moment, gazing upward, it feels as though time and space are nothing…as if life and death are nothing at all…

Because we are all connected in a way that is so much deeper.

“There’s a flame of magic inside every stone and every flower, every bird that sings and every frog that croaks. There’s magic in the trees and the hills and the river and the rocks, in the sea and the stars and the wind, a deep, wild magic that’s as old as the world itself. It’s in you too, my darling girl, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I’m sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.”
Kate Forsyth