“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
– Sarah Williams, “The Old Astronomer to His Pupil”
This moment happened on my deck tonight. I’m grateful I got to witness it. I was sitting still with a glass of wine and dinner in the oven. The first word that slipped into my mind was “gloaming.” That’s the tiny sliver of time between sunset and night.Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might I wish to have this wish tonight.
I’ve got this wish that I’ve been working on for a year. In February, this blog will be one year old. It feels like something I’ve wanted to do for a long time and I’m finally doing it. Now I want to set some goals and own them.
Goal #1: 1000 Facebook followers
Terribly close on this one. 788 at last count.
Goal #2: 100,000 page views in a year
Striking distance on this one. Last count was around 76,000.
So, I’m owning it. Expressing my dreams has always felt like a risk, as if dreams must be pounced upon instead of worked on diligently. But I can either focus on the stars or dwell on the darkness.When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
I’m nervous about this goal. It’s time to make a plan. When I think about the dream, I see the star in this picture–the thing that keeps me looking up. When I think about actually getting there, I think about the river that’s in the picture, invisible in the dusk. It’s the thing that changes the landscape through persistence, not sheer power.