Finding a Community
She thought she was the only one. Who else cries when
they look up at the night sky? Who else lies on the ground in wonder?
She tried to write poems about the stars, to capture them on film, to scribble them
on a canvas. Friends oooed and awwed. She knew her attempts were feeble imitations.
She drove to a State Park, known for its darkness, its lack of ambient
light, to see the glow, the glimmer, the magic of a sky filled with stars,
connect with the universe.
And there they were, a field of people, staring silently upward, crying.
They had their notebooks, and cameras, and sketchbooks but they knew
they would never capture the soul of the moment. She had finally found
her place in the world with people who understood. That’s when she knew,
the Starpainters are taking over now.
Beautifully done….and it resonates. I am still searching for my star people.
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Maybe they’re right here.
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A really great story! A community of like minded people… how great! Just like being on this blog! :>)
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You’re right!
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:>)
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What an awsome community that must be,
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It’s important to find a community, Candace, and look up at the sky with people who understand. I’m glad to have found mine at the dVerse Ports Pub,
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I have stood with stargazers when there has been unusual happenings. There was a sense of community at star parties to view the path of totality.
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I wish they would , they’d do a better job than those in power now 💜💜💜
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The dreamers, the seekers, the star people are living in challenging times now. Thank heaven we have the sky to keep us Looking Up!
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Well said
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Nice one
much love
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