So many stars in a night sky, twinkling like little beacons calling us home. You get the feeling of floating away if you stare long enough. So many stars to spot in a black night sky—yet it’s so hard to stay focused on just a single one. They seem to sparkle just to grab our attention; like an ocean of glitter longing to capture one eye.
I remember years ago climbing up on the roof of a friend’s place north of the city. We were fueled by wine and wondering. We decided to ponder the universe, its vastness and our minuteness. We ruminated and cogitated and laid down theories as to what the universe held…what may be looking back at us. We looked at the endlessness staring back at us and pondered our little lives. We let our imaginations soar into the celestial. There were so many stars.
It’s hard to comprehend the chaos that’s taking place before our eyes when we look up at the night sky. It reflects back serenity and peace and wonder and possibility. It also reflects back loneliness. It’s hard not to feel tiny and isolated when you look up. For a vacuum, it sure is filled with a lot of matter and antimatter. But we look and wonder…does any of it matter? Does any of this matter?
Pondering a night sky can make us feel limitless. It can make us feel brave. It can make us feel infinite. It can make us feel insignificant. So much happening in so much stillness, and yet we gaze, rapt and fascinated, dreaming, hoping and wishing upon a star.
So many stars…how do we ever find the one that twinkles for us?















