How do I feel when I look at the stars?
It really depends. Can I see the stars or are they obscured by clouds or light pollution?
When there is a clear view, I feel like I have a window seat to the universe. This prompt reminds me of one of my favorites of the hymns we sang at our UU congregation in Colorado, Blue Boat Home. People forget that even with all of it’s problems, Earth is an Eden teeming with life in a sparse and desolate universe.
Looking at the stars, I feel the immensity of space and time, and lucky to get to witness existence. The light from distant stars may have taken millennia to get here. I wonder about what it is like there now and if they can see us. What if we are alone in the universe? What if we are not? Which is more improbable? I feel awe and curiosity and a visceral sense of infinity.
As soon as it is clear here at night again, I will go look at the stars. They always point me in the right direction.