My view of the sky this morning as reflected in a puddle...
I am sitting in the middle of a huge log cabin home - 20+ foot ceilings, the roar of a beautiful fire, rock crystal lamps delicately soften the warm air, friends sit quietly in loving silence nearby, and the sky clouded over, until a minute in time when i was able to go out and see it appear between a tufted pocket of ink jet clouds.
O came out to get me and A:
"if you come now, you'll see the Orion in the sky. It's incredible!"
And as i ran out to the wet slick balcony in bare feet, the cold jolted through my bones with rabid ferocity.
Then, I looked up and, as if by magic, the pain was gone...
"in constellation of Orion is a nebula called N42- a star nursery. See how it looks like it's pulsing? Right now, new stars are being created."
That is what a nebula really is.
This very second.
Millions of light years of cosmic force hitting our eye.
Old stars dying, new stars being born. Now
How incredible is that?
And as i stood outside in the most profound silence of a deep woods night, I realized that every minute is a new beginning. We are constantly in a state of new beginnings.
And into this moment of creation that i shall move, knowing I'm begin guided by a interstellar muse from the distant heavens...
Constellation of Orion by Nasa