Star Struck

A sleepless night. Thoughts invade, sore muscles rebel, and I’m cold. Time to relocate. I quietly grab pillow and blankets and head downstairs to the couch, hoping a change of venue will help.

I sit for a while, looking out the window.  The wind ruffles leafless branches creating a layer of graceful movement beneath the clouds.  The stars shine particularly bright doused as they are with moonlight.

A memory taps me on the shoulder. The stars. My brother, when four years old, called them “tars.” He became the star of family folklore while toasting marshmallows over a campfire one night. With a clear voice, he announced, “The parks look like the tars up in the ky.”

We found the missing letters cute and funny, and they were. But now I recognize the profound observation of a sensitive four-year-old. God brought the stars down to earth for him that night for a closer look. The sparks looked like the stars up in the sky.  How beautiful and wise and straightforward.

It reminds me to listen carefully and take my time, from one heart to another.

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About Sr. Nun Other

May 16, 2012, completed my 30th year as a Sister. It was both a milestone and just another day in an interesting journey. Some of those thirty years included singing with Gloriae Dei Cantores, marching in Spirit of America band, and serving on our Sisters Council. As a monastic, I live surrounded by beauty and within a frame work of opportunity and possibility. I'm sixty-four (much to my surprise) and extremely grateful for my life as a sister - past, present, and future.

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