Stargazing

A dot, smaller than the rest, set apart in the center of the panorama, shines brightly. A dot, collaborating with neighboring dots, moves slowly across the sky. A dot, seemingly insignificant, is connected to those to which it belongs and forms an image renowned by all. A dot sitting still goes unnoticed until it is instantaneously propelled, leaving a trail all can see, but none can follow. A dot glowing in the grass like a piece of Heaven come down to Earth.

The sound of my community sharing stories, so simple, but so profound. The sound of crickets performing love songs in an ensemble that have been sung for centuries. The sound of a screech owl calling out to the night. The sound of a still small voice telling me of my place in this world.

– Debbie Smith, Volunteer Alumna