I’ve learned to see stars in so many places. I see stars twinkling in children’s eyes when a youngster meets someone who has a grand smile. I’ve watched stars for hours as they sparkled on snowflakes, falling past the dark, indigo sky under lights of the city. Stars glitter up to me from the sand on the beach. Stars are a part of my life if I open my eyes to see them.
On the dandelion that I blew away, little motes like stars flew through the air in a wave. In the concrete of the street by the house where I grew up, stars of light glimmer in the glass that sits in the aggregate. Stars are cookies and stars are sprinkles sundaes and cakes. The petals of flowers in a vase spread out to make stars in colors that stars don’t usually make. I draw stars on a pad of paper as I speak to a friend on the telephone.
People are stars when they shine on each other. They almost glow when they let themselves be. A cosmic sparkle that gets their eyes a twinkling and their personalities shine luminescent with the light of a cosmic glow. When people are stars, they light up the world with their wonder and beauty. When people are stars, they give off a glimmer that makes Orion jealous of their complexity. When people are stars, other people know there is nothing, not a word, not a feeling, not a thought about them to fear.
To be with a person who is a star is like looking so closely at the right cactus. When you see the starry part that a person is made of, you see how soft and attractive a person can be. People and stars are a wonder. Both can be awe-inspiring.
−me strauss Letting me be