A Story: The Giver

It is cool this evening, causing me to again linger outdoors.

I sit in silence drinking in the world that seems as long as it is wide... and I wonder where I fit sometimes?

I love gazing up toward the heavens, quietly listening for the universe to speak in its usual soft tones, whispers, as I contemplate life, and watch the celestial marvels.

Forever, I have been dreaming, pondering, perhaps even scheming over this idea... this notion of falling stars...as I sit, hoping for words of wisdom to envelop me.

Then as if my thoughts could be heard aloud in the midst of my silent wondering, behold a shower of stars begins to rain down. My first thought is to quickly return indoors and find a pail, for I know of a perfect one that is tucked away in a dark corner.

It is this very pail, that I have saved from its apparent fate of loneliness and forgotten purpose, that can help me now to collect these gifts from the hovering sea filled with the deepest blues anyone could imagine.

But what to do... what to do with these wonders, they are surely not meant to be hidden away like buried treasure waiting to be plundered by pirate types and thieves... no.. No, they must be shared... and so I shall share them, indeed!

Share them with friends and strangers, alike. Perhaps they would brighten a day, or a life in need of a touch of stardust magic.

Maybe this is the wisdom I have sought, that in this world I am the giver of falling stars.