Hello Starlights,
It’s impossible to have too many stars! I’m talking about the heavenly stars that fill the dark Dominican sky. This isn’t the first time I’ve written about the night sky.
Last night I pulled a yoga mat onto the patio and laid back under the Milky Way. STARS! No moon. The only lights were the stars’ lights, a few fabulously florescent lightening bugs, and for a couple of minutes, the flashing red and white lights of a distant plane.
Under the stars I thought about my birthday. Thursday will complete my 65th twirl around the sun. Happy birth day to me! Such a flash of time compared to how long those stars have been twinkling.
My middle-night-under-the-stars amazement got wrapped in the question “who is watching these stars now?”
What is it that looks out of these eyes and is able to witness this sky again and again?
From where I’m gazing, the Sharon who watched those stars when she was 5, and when she was 25 and 45; the Sharon who has just qualified for Medicare … has been the same Sharon all along. Age, aging, is mysterious to her.
Through all the seasons, changes, decades of experiences, I realize the one looking out from my eyes and watching the stars has always been here. Beyond my personality, beyond what I’ve learned, beyond who I believe I am.
Beyond the Beyond the Beyond. I don’t understand this but I tasted it, last night, under the Dominican sky.
Happy Birth-to-Earth Day to Me.
With love,
Sharon
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