I had this running thought in my brainpan today, so I thought I’d better write it down, make it real and permanent.
I thought about space, about the universe and about the spaces between stars that we as a people for so long believed was just darkness, just empty. I thought about how one day, the technology was created to send a telescope high enough into the atmosphere to do nothing but look at that darkness, at that perceived emptiness. What it saw changed everything. The darkness was full of stars and full of galaxies and solar systems and planets and places of so many shapes and colors and sizes. Full of stars. Love, I thought today, true love, is a telescope. We are full of darkness and we are perceived to be empty our whole lives while we’re “looking” for the one we love. It is only when we finally touch the one we’ve been waiting to touch, whomever that may be, that we realize the truth. The truth that we were never empty, we were never filled with darkness and there were no spaces between our stars. Like Rumi so long ago believed, the one we love cannot be looked or hunted or searched for, they are inside us all along. It’s only when we realize this, and touch the lips of the one we love do we find out that truth: that we are both filled with stars.
Milky Way In Middle of Star Field (by Treehouse Photography Helena)
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Today I was at Target, and a 4 year old boy waved at me. I waved back.
He smiled, and pulled up his shirt sleeve to show me his muscle. His mom came by as he did that, and said “You flirt with every girl you see, doncha?”
“No,” he replied. “Only the beautiful ones.”
Sweet little boys who treat ladies right GMH.
“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” — Gandhi
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