3.30.22 // Under the Stars

The other night I sat under the stars.
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I had nowhere to go, no one to see, and most importantly I had no one to be.
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Life felt settled for a brief moment while I looked up in the darkness to see perfect pinpricks of light blanketed across the sky.
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I curled up close to the fire, my shoes creeping dangerously close to the glowing embers, but the soft stones under my body felt less like stone and more like comfort and surrounding as the sounds of the fire lulled in harmony with the swift river flowing not too far away.
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I had never been to this spot before, but I felt held, comforted in the unfamiliar, home in the unknown.
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A feeling I've been startled to come across quite a few times in these last few weeks.
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Weeks that I was supposed to feel least like myself.
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But in the dark night, with the familiar whispers of the fire in my ear, I felt my own inner light burning and for the first time in a long time, it was shining so brightly. In the dark weeks, I wasn't supposed to shine like I was, but as I looked up at the sky I felt like I sparkled as bright as the big dipper dancing over my head.