The task is to take the dear dirt of the planet, seeds and shit, tree and limb, air and dust, growl and song–and combine it with star light.  Eternal, ephemeral and seemingly so far away.    Human and spirit.   Sounds like fun.  So we volunteered vigorously.

Today I find myself dragging this “dear” earth-encased body across the apartment floor to don clothes, prepare for a day of meetings, duties, meals and traipsing through the neighborhood.  For what?

To remind every other dear body of the star within them.  To see nothing but the Light.