Look up-- the light is still there.

I went out on the front steps this morning to put out the mail, and I looked up. I ignored the passing cars, I ignored the street lamps and the early morning bustle across the street at the corner store. I just looked up.

The stars are vivid against the inky sky. The moon is so bright it outshines the lights below it. There's a faint dawning, turning edges of night into soft, satiny indigo. The moon, the stars, the sky itself do not care what is going on with us little human-ants scurrying around, "getting and spending" as Wordsworth bemoaned more than two centuries ago. 

It's a good reminder. While we can't ignore the present danger both at home and around the globe, and we certainly can't disregard the climate issues and all of the inherent and imminent devastation that inaction is sure to exacerbate, there are the stars. Yes, the light from those stars has outlived their actual being, as science has told us. But there's still the light. It lingers, long after the tribulation of the physical has winked out. 

I want to leave my own light, one that is not dimmed by all this frantic bustling and bluster.

A lot to think about.

C