Darkness. Night. All-enveloping in a way that produces both fear… and peace.
Some of my most peaceful, happy moments have occurred while looking at stars. I think back to college and the trip to middle-of-nowhere Missouri and being shocked at how many stars you could see when there was little to no light pollution. Or of my two summers on staff at Youthfront Camp West – the occasional night watch, or evenings on the weekends talking to other staff and just enjoying the view from the field or the waterslide tower. I think of Youth Encounter trainings at Luther Dell – middle-of-nowhere Minnesota, and again being surprised and awed by the stars. And again, staying up late, under the stars talking about life. I remember moments in my overseas travels and being comforted that the friends and family that I was missing were still present as I looked at the stars, knowing that they would be seeing the same stars.
Most recently, the stars were brought to my attention at the reception of my brother’s wedding. Outdoors, beautiful weather, wonderful time with friends and family. While everybody was chatting and dancing after dinner, I went out to the porch. I looked up at the stars… and breathed. So much happening that weekend, and in my life, it was nice to see the stars and breathe and rest – even for a moment. Seeing the stars reminded me that as much as I enjoy parts of Houston, it cannot be my forever home because I miss the stars, the open spaces too much.
I’m unsure what draws me into deep, reflective spaces when I’m under a sky full of stars, but it seems to be.