I had a fantastic evening last night stargazing.
I even saw a shooting star. What made the experience that much more special is when I looked online and discovered the remnants of Comet Ison could have made the meteorite particles
I'm going to go out again and see if another shooting star crosses my path. I have wishes to make. I wish I could get well. I wish I could help others like I used to do. I wish I could be a lecturer and exhibiting artist again. I wish... I wish.. I wish.
It seems like when I lay in bed on lethargic days like this one looking up at the ceiling that I do a lot of wishing. I wish people would know what pesticides do and stop using them. I wish others would try to understand how living in a bubble is not fun. How I wish I knew the right words to convince people not to be so callous.
But that is what shooting stars are for: hope. I hope that one day others will see the damage poisons do and no longer accept them as part of society.
Wishes and hopes... those ideas are better than anger and bitterness.
I lived there once. Never again. No one is going to interfere with my dreams.
When's the last time you wished upon a star? Come out and enjoy the night with me...