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 .