Starry Nights

By Kerri Romeo

Alice had been so engrossed exploring the forest that she lost track of time.  Looking up, she notices the sky has already darkened to a deep blue.  The first star, the brightest star of the night (Sirius, the “dog star”) begins twinkling.  She closes her eyes and makes a wish.

Just as the constellation of the hare (Lepus), lights up in the sky above, Alice watches the White Rabbit tuck himself away for the night safely below in his rabbit hole.  Alice decides to wait a little longer before retreating to sleep herself.  Yet another world is awakening!  Who are the magical creatures that find safety in the night? In the darkness Alice’s sense of hearing heightens to the sounds that are normally drowned out by the distracting thoughts in her head.  This time the music she hears are the love songs of the crickets and the frogs.  The sweetest serenades.  

The moon is barely visible, but Alice knows it is there, its light growing with each night before it will retreat again.  There is comfort in some of nature’s predictability when much else in life seems to spin in chaos and unpredictability.  

After passing the same fallen tree several times, Alice realizes she is lost.  She looks up to find Polaris, the North Star; the same star that was the hope that escaped slaves followed to freedom over 150 years ago; the same fixed star that has been guiding those who were lost throughout history in very practical and profound ways.  Are we lost?  Is there a North Star to help us find our way?   

We once looked to the sky for wisdom to survive.  Measuring time and seasons was important to prepare and manage resources for food and shelter, as well as for fertility.  Technological advancement means we look to nature less for practical means.  Discovery has lost the innocence of wonder.  Instead we have shifted to competition and power over the skies.   But what about the bigger questions?  Do we need to be reminded that we are still so small?  Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot

Alice settles in on a soft grassy patch to lay and stargaze.  The sky is FILLED with glittering stars now.  She never wants to grow up and forget the miracles that surround us.          

He counts the stars and calls them all by name.

Psalm 147:4 (NLT)

As the hazy feeling of sleepiness fades in and out Alice wearily begins naming the constellations:  Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Draco, Cepheus, and Cassiopeia; Canis Minor, Canis Major, Orion… Lupus (wolf constellation).   As if answering a calling, a silhouette appears cautiously out of the shadows.  Alice rubs her eyes…is she awake? Or is this a dream?      

(Meet Alice’s first animal guide next week.)

Throughout much of history, Astrology (from the Greek, astron: “star” and logia: “study”) was considered a scholarly pursuit. Though some see it as more art or entertainment than science these days, it is still a useful tool to put us back in touch with celestial rhythms and encourage self reflection. Amplifire Project Creative Coordinator, Victoria Hall, suggests going down the astrological rabbit hole at

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Kerri is an advocate for the introverted activist. Often at a loss for words in person, she writes to make sense of the world and connect with others. She wishes for more curiosity & kindness in the world.

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Kerri is an advocate for the introverted activist. Often at a loss for words in person, she writes to make sense of the world and connect with others . She wishes for more curiosity & kindness in the world.

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