My dad started his practice in a little town in North Idaho called Spirit Lake. It is about 30 miles north of Coeur d'Alene. We did not have a television but our grandparents did. We would walk to their house and watch things like Gilligan's Island and the Brady Bunch and Grandma would walk us home, part way.
There were lots of dark cold nights. Clear dark nights. Cold, icy chilled nights. But those were the best. As we walked Grandma would point out different constellations, Orion, Cassiopeia, Big Dipper, Little Dipper, the planets. It was all so great.
I learned to always look up. There was magic in the sky. I don't know if it was magic because of the great Grandma time or the night sky or the cold. It was just special.
It also taught me to look and to see and to ask questions about things I did not understand. It made me curious about the world around and above me. It was a great gift.
As we deal with this weird time in our lives, that curiosity sometimes becomes stilted. Sometimes you just don't want to know. You don't want to ask the next question because the answers are not the best.
We are heading to the cold part of winter. The morning sky has had a bright star with a smaller one behind it. I found out it is Venus, big a bright, and Saturn, bigger but much further way. They are traveling very close together for awhile. The big one supporting the little one. Traveling together for awhile.
Our kids are so much in need of all the support the universe can give. I love when it hops on board and adds to all the good things we can give them.
We are so blessed to have so many in our Galaxy. We never say thank-you enough but we know you are there and shinning and helping to make things better.