"Why do you reject that which you are, that which you create? You are stars."
I found myself rejecting this idea, that we are stars, replacing that phrase with phrases like "we are made of star stuff," or "we are made of stars." Both of those made sense to my rational mind: everything in our Universe is made of the same substance, the same stuff that came wheeling out of the Big Bang, the same elements, the same energies, whirling and growing and moving outward. My mind rebelled at the idea that we are stars. The idea that I could myself be a star was even more difficult to swallow.
And yet, and yet...there is that Call, the call to be whole, to reach for integration. At moments when I let go and get out of my own way, there it is, that flow that moves through me, enlivens me, fills me with awe, with a deep and abiding sense of wonderment at the creation around us. Nothing brings me closer to Joy than the moment when I see in someone else's eyes that ignition of spirit. When that light of hope and connection rises, it joins me with another in a deeper understanding, like the separation we experience externally disappears but without any sense of losing the essence of ourselves. The ego fear that I will lose my unique personhood evaporates and what's left is some essential sense of self meeting self, each an essential part of an exquisitely beautiful whole. At that point the whole becomes greater than the sum of the parts, but each individual part is critical to reaching the sum in the first place.
We are stars, wheeling and growing and dancing. Won't dance with me?
Namaste.
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