Citygirl and I have a 'song': "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack. It's beautiful (You can see the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RV-Z1YwaOiw) One of my favorite lines is: "Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance."
When she was little, we were always looking at the sky. Somehow, there was always something interesting going on. In her childhood we had comets Hyakutuke and Hale-Bopp, and Haley's besides. We had lunar eclipses, a solar eclipse, and a summer when all the easily visible planets lined up in a row on the horizon just in time for us to see them at the beach.
We used to lay in the dark on the thyme-scented hill of our favorite campground staring at the star-filled sky until we were sure we could feel the earth rotating beneath us. I put glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling with Cassiopeia's chair and Orion and the Big Dipper.
Hubby and I once took all the children to the top of a hill to watch a meteor shower in the middle of the night, all bundled up in sleeping bags against the late-fall cold.
It is too easy to look down, to have our spirits and souls drawn downward by life and care and sorrow and bitterness. It is harder to remember to look up, to give more than just a passing glance to the beauty of the sky, the clouds, the sunset, the stars, and be grateful.
DeeDee
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