The Culebra Star Sky

I don’t know if stars dance though I am convinced that they are dancing tonight. I don’t recall the last time, if ever, seeing a sky so full of magic. I am sitting on my friend’s back porch in Culebra, PR where the passion is taking place. Coqui’s, and crickets and about a dozen other elements in the atmosphere harmonize with each other by offering their own song. The stars sway and dip and mingle.  A humongous moth adds its own beat flapping its wings methodically against the rafters.  Each addition is performing in its own unique way though they are all contributing to the whole.  My friend Terri was speaking with me about how the rain stopped earlier in the week because her desire and intention was so strong for it to do so. Her assurance invites me to take credit for the abundance of stars that appear above me.  I consider asking for reinforcement, though when I stop questioning and surrender to my part, I just know. Looking up and letting it penetrate demonstrates co-creation in its finest hour and I don’t want to miss a thing.  I want to rip myself open even more to let in whatever is being offered.  To lie in its midst and continue feeling like I belong.  I feel like I have been accepted into harmony with the stars and the crickets and coqui;s and the moth and the endless other in unidentified elements. We have all been chosen, really, it is our decision of whether or not we will participate.

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