Stars as Eyes
OCTOBER 25She wakes with the fluidity of an autumnal breeze. A crisp wanting left in her wake. Fluttering from flower to flower, movement that begs to be met with a tender touch. The unfurling of her petals, a sign that she has awakened. Her presence is felt as she runs her fingers across the dew ponds that sit atop sunflower petals. The light will always ebb and flow. The clouds create moments of shadow, where her head will look up to the sky just to see them dance. Then light will filter through, beams of loving warmth. The endless possibility of being alive when we allow ourselves to truly see. Our eyes are made of stardust, when we remember that we are part of the whole, that our every breath is connected to the world growing under our feet and above. It creates a wonder that feeds a different kind of hunger. From the moment we wake up to the moment we close our eyes to dream, we exist. How extraordinary, to simply be alive.