I wasn't aware of any of this until I read your post ~ thanks, Joanne!

The Full Beaver Moon was glorious! Against the backdrop of the star-lit canvas ... gazing at it was, for me, one of those drop to your knees "Oh my God, how infinite are your wonders" moments for me.

It's cold now here in New Jersey, and I can see my breath when I walk at night.

Breathing in, I remember that I am a child of God; I am made from stars.

Breathing out, I know that I am a child of the universe and to stardust I will return.

Love,
Lura