Do you think if I hold myself still enough, go inside far enough, that I might fly out past the stars to the dumbbell nebula?I wouldn’t mind if I had to leave my body here. But could I take my mind, and my mind’s eye, and my ability to feel? Just for once I’d like to see for real the things I see in photographs—the things that even this imagination can’t spread wide enough to grasp.
I just know that if I could float around the Milky Way, my hands, my heart would understand it. If I saw just one black hole, I’d know the cause of fear. Laying in the cradle of the dumbbell nebula, I would feel the pain of every child in the universe. If I could see a star be born, I’m certain I’d be wise. For I would be in the presence of the heart of God. I want to bring that knowledge back to give to everyone.
I hear fears when people talk and see sadness in their eyes. In my dreams we’re whole again. I take them in my arms and tell them everything’s all right. That’s why I walk alone at night and look up at the sky. That’s why I write these stories so they’ll remember how to be a child.
There seems to be so much light waiting up beyond the stars, so much potential there. If I could find a way to touch it, I could share it here.
—me strauss Letting me be
32 comments:
Liz,
you have such an amazing heart and soul, your writing, and you, are beautiful (hugs)
Thanks. mergrl,
I wanted to say something special tonight. It's been very quiet this weekend.
smiles,
liz
My feelings exactly. It would be a fantastic voyage, I'm sure.
It reminds me of a song--but, then again, what doesn't?
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for the mother station
Hi Lane,
It would be a fantastic vouage wouldn't it? If I figure out how to go, I'll bring you with.
smiles,
liz
Hi Patrick,
How nice to have you singing to me so early this morning. This writing gig has it's payoffs after all. Thank you.
Liz
That would be one amazing trip! Sometimes if I close my eyes and let reality disappear I can't catch a glimps of it all...but it never last quite long enough.
Good morning, Jennifer,
Here's your juice, I got it on Jupiter. Hope you like it. The trip was grand and quite enlightening.
smiles,
Liz
Awesome imagry...
But wait..are you talking about me (re: dumbell nebula)? I mean, I fixed the problem with my comments over at my blog, thanks to you...
Seriously though, some days I feel like a colassal dumbell, several light years in diameter...
Man! This is the best tasting juice I've ever had from another planet. It's like a mix of a little orange, some pinapple, possible mango and some unknown sparkling substance that makes the imagination run wild. Thank you so much for sharing.
Sharin? I got it for you.
Take it with to work.
Just don't say where you got it.
Can't have a bunch of architects bothering me. :)
smiles,
Liz
Oh wow! Aren't I special :)
I'll bring you something back from my next trip...where ever it might be. I was thinking a trip to the darkest parts of the ocean. I swear there's a secret unknown life that goes on down there in the dark where you can only use your imagination because you're eyes don't work.
Hey Jennifer,
That sounds fantastic! In every sense of the word . . .
Smiles,
Liz
And that same light is relfected deep in our hearts, if we care to open up our armor and let it shine. ghl
Hi Garnet,
You are so right, because people and stars are made of the same stuff. Only stars don't get jealous when another star shines.
smiles,
Liz
I can stare at photos of nebulae all day long. I hope crossed eyes can pass for wisdom.
Doug, in your case, cf course they do.
You are wise if your eyes are closed, open, crossed, or in back of you.
smiles,
Liz
Liz, please tell me you have a mean streak somewhere.
Doug,
I can't tell you that.
But I could point you to some people who'd be happy to.
smiles,
Liz
Liz, can I borrow your imagination. Promise to return it soon. Wonderful essay. Is there room for me and my chair on this journey. :-)
Tree,
Of course you can borrow it. But I think it's big enough and still growing, so I could just give you a piece and you could have it to keep. Either way works for me. And yes the chair is light and you always welcome.
smiles,
Liz
Wow, that's amazing. Very touching and so so deep!
Thanks Dawn,
It was a fun trip to take in my mind.
smiles,
Liz
I’m thinking that I would enjoy going along with you on your walks at night.
I’m thinking it would be a pleasure to actually talk with you.
I’m also thinking that you are a sincerely kind, generous and caring person, with mega amounts of creativity.
Hi Lori,
Talking!
Gosh yeah, wouldn't that be fun!
Imagine all of the things we would have to talk about. I bet we'd go through a case of wine or something before we came up for air. Cool.
Everyone to Chicago this spring.
smiles,
Liz
Dumbbell is such an inappropriate name. It reminds me of the old quip at school...well? dumbbell!
The Barbell Nebula has a much better ring to it.
Hi Cube,
Nice to see you around here again.
Yeah, I would have named it the Barbell too. But they didn't call me. Can you believe that?
smiles,
Liz
Ah, jealousy, I've been thinking about it, and noticing it's little tentacles tickling me when I least expect it. They grow fast don't they.
Sweet man,
I don't see any tentacles near you. You are a kind and generous soul who worries sonetimes. You are a blessing is what you are.
Me? I just miss you sometimes
smiles,
liz
I've only read this now for the first time. I didn't go backwards when I first came here.
How ironic we are who we are. I didn't realize just how close are hearts were but I'll bet you did :)
I will share my words with you, the ones I wrote by hand when I realized what I was to do and where I was to go. Though they are clumsy, I know they'll make you smile and I know you'll feel them.
Katrina
Hello Katrina,
I know our hearts are very close and I can't wait to read what you tell about.
This Blog needs to be a book. I could survive anything. I could accept the good that comes my way. I could keep the wonder and divine gift of connection I feel to my fellow man--all from reading Liz.
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