A Winter's Tale
[size=2][color=#000000]A Winter Morning’s Fear
The temperature is dropping below ten degrees and forty mph. winds are blowing sculpted drifts of snow against my door, and the lights are beginning to flicker. As expected, my anxieties arise and cluster around my mind like a swarm of agressive aunts and uncles lecturing me about the awful dangers of power outages and no heat and no water. Instead of succumbing to an endless black spiral of fear and worry, (which would be my typical, unaware response) today I have decided to read about the birth of stars and how hundreds of millions of galaxies arise in the universe and evolve over billions of years. We don’t really know exactly how or more importantly why stars and galaxies perform their infinite dance of birth, brilliance and death except for one simple yet astounding fact - all the heavy elements in our cells have been born in the fiery furnace of a star, exploding in a supernova of plasmatic flame and light and heat. Nowhere else. So we are literally born from star-stuff and then, are able to reflect and wonder upon that marvelous interlinkage, the blessed existence that stars and we share. We can see and know them only because they died for us. The windblown snow swirls and drifts. It’s getting colder and the lights are flickering on and off. As I change the way I see things, the things I see change. [size=3] |
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