When I was a little girl  I was keenly aware of my aloneness .  It wasn’t  something that I understood  . It just was .  In the middle of the night I sometimes awoke to see the Moon . I looked at it so hard that I imagined it was there to bring me comfort .  And comfort me  it did. When it was felt so deeply that my heart ached and scarcely  could I breathe I thought ” I am here and I am so filled with love that I must breathe and breathe deeply “. This love must go somewhere . Somewhere out into the world . That is only way that I can be keep taking a breath.  When that vacant space makes itself known to me today I turn to the sky . I look for the stars and the Moon and I breathe … deeply .  The connection to all eternity is there and is my comfort .