In the cold of November, the skies at night are incredible (if you can get away from the light noise). My eyesight isn\u2019t as good as it was and one of things I miss is seeing the night sky with the clarity of my younger self. But the night sky can be such a blanket of light some nights or a dark blanket bringing all things close. The questions tend to quiet in my mind and heart in this night time.
I invite you to enjoy the night sky this week, get out and let the beauty of the night sky burn away the weariness of the bright day. When I go out with the dogs for their last trip out at night, I pause and look up\u2026. Sometimes I even gesture to the heavens, the planets and stars and galaxies swirling above us. The universe can make us feel very small and it can make us feel precious\u2026. and everything in between.
The night sky\u2026 ah\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A Psalm of My (Our) Whereness by Edward Hays (Prayers for a Planetary Pilgrim)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The question \u201cWhere have I come from?\u201d
Rises up and haunts me;
Lingering, it floats like a flower
From somewhere deeper than I know,
In the place where I am held to the divine breast,
The voice of God echoes in reply:
\u201cYou, my beloved one,
Were hidden in my heart
Before your sun burned bright.
\u201cYou were the dream of my delight
Before the Earth was born
Of the dust of long-dead stars.
\u201cBefore I shaped a single star,
I nursed you with the essence of my life.
\u201cIn my great lap I play with your infinite childlike form
And gazed with love upon your original face,
The mirror form of my own image.
\u201cI laughed with delight at the marvel of your being,
The flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone.
\u201cAnd you laughed with glee as I winked,
As the four winds sprang to life
And suns like dandelions
Lit up the dark lawn of space.
\u201cWhere did you come from? O my child,
You in whom Live all my hopes and loves,
You came from me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are woven into the cosmos in love. Be the peace you hope for the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Be well.
Michelle<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the cold of November, the skies at night are incredible (if you can get away from the light noise). My eyesight isn\u2019t as good as it was and one of things I miss is seeing the night sky with the clarity of my younger self. But the night sky can be such a blanket … Continue reading Reflection from Michelle<\/span>