To Walk Among Stars
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Hello friends, There is magic in this world, if we remember to listen for it. To look for it. To allow ourselves to experience it. I don’t know what it is like to live in a war zone. I don’t know what it is like to live in daily terror. I do know what it is like to escape into books from a violent and unpredictable home environment. I have experienced chronic pain. Chronic illness. Heartbreak. All of these human things. And I know you have your own experiences, too. I also know what it is to live with sunshine on tree leaves. I know what it is to live with the frantic calls of hungry baby birds and music booming from cars on the street. I know what it is to look down, surprised, at a cluster of chive flowers, blooming at a sidewalk’s edge. And to look more closely, to see a tiny bee resting on the blooms. To me, it looked as if the bee was walking across a field of stars. I know that, as well. That walking these city streets each day, I too, walk among stars. We all move that way, because this planet we call home is part of a galaxy. This gives me a sense of peace inside—despite the suffering in the world— to recognize that every plant and creature is part of the stream of planets, moons, and stars. And we humans have the iron of star stuff in our blood. So, when I wonder whether my small acts of creation are worthy of this moment of time, I can pause, breathe, and remember that tiny bee, resting on a carpet of stars. Maybe you can, too. Best wishes — Thorn
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T. Thorn Coyle
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