There is something majestic about the stars that hang in the night sky above our new country home. I'm not certain I will ever get used to looking up and witnessing the Milky Way - actually being able to SEE it. It actually takes my breath away every time I look up.
Take tonight for example: I was sweeping our what-we-thought-was-a-cool-concrete-floor for the fourth time this week (and it's Wednesday), when our dog Max stood at the door, stared right into my eyes, and barked. This, I've come to realize, is his signal that he is good and ready to pee. So I let him out and closely follow, since we now live on land that inhabits larger carnivores than he. And the second I am outside the influence of our energy conserving lights, I am humbled. I am actually frozen in place. You can't help BUT see the magnificence of the stars above; they are everywhere and there is no light pollution to obscure them. It's a strange juxtaposition, listening to my dog pee while having an almost religious experience with the sky. But isn't that the way? Sometimes the most sacred moments in our lives come in the midst of the most profane circumstances. Like a dog peeing.
