When you’re lying in bed at night looking up at the stars, don’t panic when you suddenly wonder “Where the Hell is the ceiling?!”
This quote reminded me of a couple of really beautiful scenes in the book I finished today. The one I can’t even write about yet because I’m rendered stilled, speechless by it. Hopefully tomorrow the words will come. For tonight, I can talk about the stars.
Granted. For me, usually it’s the other way around. I’m boxed in my room like a caged bird, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what happened to the stars. I have to confess to missing the late night stargazing my friends and I used to do when we were younger and had the freedom to stay out all night, and drive out to the river or the lake and just watch the endless sky – a billion stars dancing about, daring me to catch them, name them, beg them for favors.
I still find myself utterly awestruck on clear nights up at the cabin in Vernon or the odd crystalline night in the valley. They have the power to stop me in my tracks, hold me prisoner for a time. There’s something calming, soothing about staring at the immensity of the night sky. And something almost magical too. A whole universe pregnant with possibilities that I can’t even begin to comprehend.
And oddly, that doesn’t scare me even a little bit. It just puts me back in sync with that singular question that makes me feel like I’m safe and in my place in this world: It begs me to ask “What If?”
- Stars Remain In Their Usual Places; People Panic (science.slashdot.org)
- ScienceShot: A Trillion-Pixel Image of the Night Sky (news.sciencemag.org)
- Winter Stargazing: Orion and Friends Shine Brightly (space.com)
- Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Preschool Lesson (brighthub.com)