It’s a cold February night with the clouds moving across the sky, pushed along by a gusty north wind. The trees are talking in their deep creaky voices. “Still cold here. Still cold.” Late enough now that I should be snuggled in the warmth of flannel sheets and down comforters. Yet something called me to go outside. Was it the moon shining so brightly, looking like she is dancing with the clouds? Or the incredible brilliance of Jupiter, Mars, Orion, and Gemini? There is singing in the sky tonight. Not just the sighing of the wind but singing, a higher steadier chorus of voices. I think it is the stars. Stars singing, drawing me out, inviting me to look up, be filled with the exquisite beauty. Listen to the song. Look up. Listen. Follow the rhythm. Feel it. The earth turns. The sun rises every day. And sets. The moon rises and sets, too. The stars and planets appear. Listen. Look up. There is a steady always present goodness and beauty. Rest now.
February 4, 2025