My family has a favorite Thanksgiving story of me hiking six miles in the morning to meet Dad who went fishing at a farm pond. I was seven. When asked how I could be so brave in the dark, my answer was easy; "I was safe. The big dipper was with me the whole time."
It never fails to give comfort when I'm out at night
to give a nod to the Big Dipper...
Childhood memories, dreams and imagination
come flowing back when I make the time to look up
I encourage my fellow 'dusketeers' to find a similar experience when they're out there.
Stare deeply and soak it in. Allow the Night Sky to envelop you.
Let the 30 seconds add-up...and evolve into minutes,
an hour, or two...A form of meditation, I suppose,
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