So I didn't even know about this November Journaling Month until I read Valerie's post. I don't really have time to do it everyday I think, but I've decided I will try and write a little more this month. Even if they are short and pointless entries. I looked up some prompts online and wanted to find something interesting to write about. and then I realized I'd rather just do something for my amusement. This one will be short because I have a paper to finish before this weekend.

What do you feel when you stare at the stars?
I feel like I'm connected to someone far away somehow. Because even though we are far apart, we see the same stars and we both are connected at heart.
I feel peace and awe and wonder. I feel inspired to pray and the affirmation in my bones that there is something greater than I could possibly imagine out there, in charge of all the universe. I feel alone and yet surrounded by so many things at the same time. Its this weird feeling of knowing you're not alone but at the same time feeling like you are the only one somehow. I feel happy, an almost overwhelming Joy at being a witness to this marvelous sight. Of crystal diamond stars sparkling against a navy blue night. and the fog surrounding me and impressing me with the moons light. Like irridescent holes in a thick blanket that was meant to cover the intensity and the brillance of the greatest and most impossible light. I feel poetic and in my mind I start to sing. I feel like an ignorant insignificant thing....I feel peace comfort an incredible bliss...and I feel the doubts flee from my soul, those thoughts I will never miss.

Next time.
If you could relive one day, not change it, which would it be and why?

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  1. AnonymousNovember 3, 2010 at 5:51 PM

    this post makes me remember and miss mexico. i'd stand out on the balcony at Sandra's house and just stare at the stars and moon. it's not the same here. i feel like you're describing mexico at night.

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