#Bloganuary Writing Prompt: How do you feel when you look at the stars?
Feeling is not my “go to” language. But ask me how I “experience” looking at the night sky and I can speak, filtered by many years of wrestling with my theology and cosmology.
I experience total peace born of a sense of unity and an instinct that we are all born of the same stardust as those bright twinkling dots up there. We are in union with the One in whom it all has its source and which is apprehended in many great world faith traditions, epitomised in my own as the Christ, the One in whom all is dynamically complete. From early encounters with the writings of scientist-priest Teilhard de Chardin to the meditations on Matthew Fox’s Original Blessing, such awareness is deeply engrained into every fibre of my being.
It is the antidote to the existential dissonance (anxiety) that might otherwise consume me. This is what happens when I look at the stars.