Last night, late at night, past my bedtime, I went out to the car for a moment, and looking up into the mostly dark night sky I saw stars.
Stars and dark nights mean that fall is coming. And winter. Like those of Winterfell, the people of Fairbanks know that always, "winter is coming."
I felt joy and awe in beauty. In connection to twinkling stars. In the diving into self and diving into creative waters of the soul that the winter always offers, whether I take that offer or not. And coming back inside, to a woodstove still in need of fixing, and summers flowers and herbs drying on my wall I felt also a moment of panic, of sadness and loss.
Mixed feelings. All beautiful. Seeing stars.