Stargazer

I remember spending nights staring out my window, watching the moon cross the sky, and the stars twinkle their way above the Oakland hills. I daydreamed of the world I’ve yet to explore.

It seemed vast.
Giant.
And - scary.

I was afraid of not knowing how I fit in it all. I was afraid of being hurt. I was afraid of the vulnerability of being a PART of it.

The stars themselves always brought comfort.

Maybe it has to do with the connection to my name - of the stars.
Maybe it was a knowing that we were all made of starstuff.

That Estella dared to dream and dared to put her visions on paper.
Channeling her this morning. ☕