10.11.23
At night. In bed. It’s the moment right after my head has hit the pillow.* I look up through the window in my ceiling (as I often do these days), not because I can see any stars but because I know they’re up there.
And after a gaze or two, I slowly raise my hand, and I reach.
*Regarding this pillow-moment:
I often look forward to these few breaths before sleep. And I think it’s because this moment between me and the threshold of sleep is a uniquely untouched space. Not a soul around but two—just me and You-know-who. No worries or cares because today is done and tomorrow hasn’t begun. It’s a short moment, yes, but its clarity smells eternal. A small space too, but its Divine Company is boundless.
I love it.
