Constellation

I can't tell you that I believe there is one particular day in your life when everything changes, and the person you woke up being was not the same person who went to sleep in your bed that night. All days begin like that; with a little bit of chaos and a memory or two, we all plunge ahead with our lives and accept the subtle changes that happen within and around us. But some days certainly do stand out, like stars in the sky.

Like the day your brother fell off a mountain and you watched him helplessly. Or the day you nearly passed out at your best friend's funeral when a classmate sang 'Amazing Grace'. The days you crashed your motorcycle, met your love, moved to Italy, hitchhiked across country. The milestones of your life, like stars in a constellation, have formed a pattern for others to witness and observe. Like a constellation, your life can be viewed and appreciated with the naked eye, but it would take a truly interested person with powerful tools of observation to see what lies between those bright points of light. The uninitiated would merely say Darkness. The witty would admit to a little bit of gas and dust thrown in, and my yoga guru would say it's all connected and part of the same thing.

I wonder what constellation you are, and I am fascinated by your tiny bits of matter, your emptiness, and your many points of light. Some of the world looks up and sees you, and others never notice you at all. They may call you by different names and fight over what you mean to them. But I will watch the sky closely, and I will pay attention to you.