After midnight. Starlight. Never before have I seen so many stars. Living in a metropolitan area disconnects you from father sky. So many artificial lights, you can rarely see the even the moon at times.
August 21, 2007, Camden Hills State Park, Maine. Cool, maybe 50 degrees tops. Sleeping in a tent close to the earth mother, and sitting under a bed of stars…I am drawn to a group of them and later am told they are the Pleides. They cluster together and hum. There is serenity and joy in this extraordinary moment. Awash in scintillating beauty, luminescent orbs connecting me to the heavens. Where have the stars been? Lost in a sea of Edison’s manifestation of energy!
Who am I but a tiny glimmer of shadow lost in a sea of humanity. Light dim by comparison. Hush, listen to the quiet. There is none by the spirit in me that sees the munificent beauty of the now moment. I speak a silent prayer to the ancestors, who by their now choices, bring me to mine.
Why do we seek the solace of nature to find a reconnection, a grounding to the source? There is a resonance to the land, one that calls and asks us to see that which we do not connect to in daily communion.
I turn, sad to leave the blanket of stars offering me a glimpse of the universe in a single view. My gratitude uplifts me and in silence I remain curious. The world spins on, and time moves into the bountiful new now.
August 21, 2007, Camden Hills State Park, Maine. Cool, maybe 50 degrees tops. Sleeping in a tent close to the earth mother, and sitting under a bed of stars…I am drawn to a group of them and later am told they are the Pleides. They cluster together and hum. There is serenity and joy in this extraordinary moment. Awash in scintillating beauty, luminescent orbs connecting me to the heavens. Where have the stars been? Lost in a sea of Edison’s manifestation of energy!
Who am I but a tiny glimmer of shadow lost in a sea of humanity. Light dim by comparison. Hush, listen to the quiet. There is none by the spirit in me that sees the munificent beauty of the now moment. I speak a silent prayer to the ancestors, who by their now choices, bring me to mine.
Why do we seek the solace of nature to find a reconnection, a grounding to the source? There is a resonance to the land, one that calls and asks us to see that which we do not connect to in daily communion.
I turn, sad to leave the blanket of stars offering me a glimpse of the universe in a single view. My gratitude uplifts me and in silence I remain curious. The world spins on, and time moves into the bountiful new now.
2 comments:
Lovely post, Aley.
John
Thanks John!
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