Starry-Eyed Wonder

Stars are my favorite shape. That’s why I got some Chicken and Stars Sipping Soup today. Just enjoyed it. The little star noodles are so CUTE!!!

I’m thankful I was able to prepare ahead for a winter storm watch, with a bit more soup, chili ingredients, breakfast staples, and such.

I’m thankful for tiny pastas shaped like stars and my silver sweater over-piece with the white stars on it. I it inherited very graciously from my daughter after I realized I liked hers more than mine. For all the whimsical pieces of clothing I own (many of which feature stars).

I’m thankful for the stars in the sky and the way they instill a sense of wonder and awe in me, alongside the moon. We are the product of star-stuff.

I imagine our innermost selves, material and metaphorical, like the vastness of space. Maybe we curve back upon ourselves, expanding and contracting, drawn together by our core, by forces at work within, so that if you travel to the edge you only circle back to the start.

I bet if you could map the complexity of even one person, they would be full of all kinds of small and not-so-small acts of creation, birth, rebirth, and recycling, worlds within worlds.

I don’t know much of the science behind space, but that’s the sort of thinking it inspires within me. That and simultaneously thoughts of my own vulnerability and precious smallness before the infinite of everything.

That led me down a rabbit hole of looking up the infinities quote from The Fault In Our Stars. I found something really fascinating when I Googled it, too, beyond the quote in full on Goodreads.

Mathematicians have proven some infinities only APPEAR larger than others but are in fact all equally significant. The website I found also had a great quote that extrapolated some lovely things about moments in time, the length of relationships, and the span of one’s life, based on this.

Imagine what that says about the limitless possibilities of all the ways we impact one another when we share even a fraction of our inner reality with someone else. I don’t know that it even matters the nature of the exchange. It could be a moment of conversation, sharing an observation or a kindness.

Rather mind-blowing.