When I was younger, my Dad would take my hand to show me the Orion star, the most prominent and brightest of the winter constellation. He wanted me to share in his awe of the universe, yet I was a preteen. It didn’t seem pertinent at the time.
And yet, today the stars hold hope in my mind. I look up at the sky and feel the strength that anything is possible with hope.
Hope destroys the weakened spirit, elevates the burdened soul, and promises a future.
So, I smile at the memory. Have I memorized the constellations at my Dad’s wishes? No. But I have adopted appreciation for the spectacular light show and the power of the universe to drown out the darkness.
AND, I still feel his hand holding mine coaxing me to look above for astronomical support.
This is a short post, to let you know I am still chasing stars.
© Erika K Rothwell
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Tears and memories at the same time.
I know…you feel the same way. Thank you for reading. Hugs!
Great post 😁
Thank you so much! ☀️