Starlit Bliss

It had been nearly two blissful weeks of only one child with the other four still in Iowa with their Lola and Tita. Although, we didn't get as much done as we would've liked, we had a very nice quiet two weeks. Maverick came out of his baby shell and started to verbalize so much more. Twice he was dropped off at a babysitters. Both times he enjoyed the social independence and getting to know other little people his size and age. He actually didn't want to leave when we picked him up. It was beautiful.

After another quiet dinner [the night before Dylan, Tyler, Victoria and Sierra came home] I was inspired by the clear starlit sky to go lay down on the trampoline. The cool crisp air was so refreshing to the sinuses as the slight breeze whisked against my skin and night hungry face. The inspiration to follow was to slumber on the trampoline.

Under the covering of a sleeping bag I lay and spent cozy moments under the millions and billions of stars [99.9% I couldn't see with my naked eye]. For once I was enjoying the starlit sky the way anyone and everyone should. Indulgence into such beauty is incredibly refreshing to the psyche and the soul. Memories of "Outdoor Ed" flooded my sentimental mind. That's the week the Faith Academy middle schoolers spend away from home, in many little groups seeing many sites. The one and only year I experienced was in my last year at Faith Academy in 86. Amidst the Philippine Revolution and several days out of school [from the republic hubbub of it all] we hadn't missed enough days to keep us from the annual week-long trip.

On Corrigador Island we all had the choice of sleeping in the old tunnel where General Douglas McArthur had his headquarters during WW II or sleeping out on the open ground and air under the stars. I was one middle schooler not intrigued enough to be dared into sleeping in a tunnel that housed bats. This spurred on the fond memories of other hearts I hold dearly [and tightly] next to mine from that time in my life. Some may remember as much of that week, some many not. I wish I could still remember every moment in that time. For if I could, I'd relive those moments in time under the stars for as many nights as I can the rest of my life.

Never had I gazed at the stars long enough [in the past] to enjoy the wander of numerous satellites. There were quite a few on this night. Just as fascinating were the shooting/falling stars that would "fly" by like the quick stroke of a pen that didn't leave a mark.

The memories were so numerous enhanced by the awe of the starlit space above that I fought so hard to keep my tropical eyes open. Had I the power, they would've never shut. I would've visually indulged through the night. At one point I did wake up again to a much breezier moment and my heart and psyche were re-intrigued. The moon had shifted out of site behind the mountain. If it were possible, I would've taken my tongue and licked up my living picture.