Dedicated to All of You. 

I’ve been thinking about the Universe and Time and You.

When I think about the Universe, I think of Everything. I think of Always. I think of how we are all parts of the same whole. We are all pieces of the same soul. And some of these pieces are closer. Like puzzle pieces. We are all part of the same puzzle, and so we are all connected and we know each other. But there is a special closeness to the pieces that fit right beside each other. The ones that fill in your shape, and hold tight, to form this glorious moment in the piecing together of such a stunning image. And this closeness isn’t reserved for one soul or another. There is no single piece in a puzzle that only connects to one other piece. It’s simply that each piece closest to you fits differently. But they are all familiar.

There is something in you that is familiar to me.

A part of my soul looking back at me. And my soul remembers. It can do that, because when I think of Time I actually think of the Infinite (as best I can). The Universe being infinite and us being of the same Universe means that even as I first met you I could also remember you. You are familiar, looking into my eyes, the same way the stars are familiar as I gaze up at them and they stare into me. I can feel it in my very core. Maybe it’s that our little pieces of soul are the same hue– the same part of the spectrum? Maybe it’s that we connect in the puzzle? Do we come from the same star in this vast Universe? I’m not sure. But I remember you.

And I think maybe we see with similar Vision. Sometimes I can see it in your face as you look around… you see the pieces and the flow and the color of it all. But it’s more than seeing it, it’s experiencing it– being it. And maybe you could help me with this, but I can’t seem to describe it well enough to help others see what I see. What we see. And I want them to! Because it’s… it’s…

It’s Stardust.

It’s every color in every shade. It’s music–the kind that starts inside of you before you even hear it, and it wells up and comes flowing out. It’s art that makes you cry, and you aren’t entirely sure if it’s because you’re sad or incredibly happy. You’re pretty sure it’s somehow both. It’s dancing–the kind that moves more than your body and leaves you in awe and utterly breathless. It’s the crunch of leaves on the ground in the Fall, as you walk through the crisp, cool air. It’s the moon, staring back at you as you gaze up at her on a cold winter night. It’s the most safe and secure and warm hug you’ve ever had, and the gentlest kiss that barely brushes your lips. It’s the best sex. It’s the sound of water: running, falling, flowing, ebbing. It’s the crackle of a flame and the roar of a fire. It’s the steadiness of watching a candle flicker and the exhilaration of standing on the edge, or of truly trying something for the very first time. It’s dreaming. It’s believing in something. It’s falling in love and sometimes it’s falling out of it. It’s being looked in the eye and reminded who you are. It’s seeing shapes in clouds and watching shooting stars. It’s life and death and the wondering of what that even means. It’s the smell of rain and roses. It’s climbing mountains and it’s moving them. It’s fighting monsters and sometimes letting them live under your bed. It’s watching things and people grow, and loving things and people as they die. It’s turning pages. It’s writing stories, and it’s living them. It’s that moment that you finally know what it means to be enchanted. It’s that swoop in your belly, the shivers up your spine, the hair rising on your arms, and the gasp. It’s the sigh. It is Joy and it is Fear. It’s Everything. It’s Infinite. It’s… Magic.

I told you I couldn’t describe it.

But I think you know it. And this comforts me. Maybe I’m familiar to you, too? Perhaps we can use this to be there for each other more than ever before. When I don’t believe in myself, maybe I can believe in you for a while, and it will sort of be the same thing. When you’re tired, maybe I can carry you, because our pieces of soul are the same weight–the same single piece drawn to itself.

And maybe… maybe I’m fortunate enough to have some of Their bits of soul, some of Their same stardust, in me now. So that when you miss Them, I can shine some of their light on you. I hope so. I so hope that on some random day, I’ll speak and you’ll hear her words– her voice. That sometime I’ll laugh, and you’ll see his smile. I so want to be that for you. I think it’s possible. I’ll hold onto it until it’s time for us to let go.

Because, you see, when I think of You I think about how much I love you.

Not the complicated yet simple types of love that we try to describe, but a real and actual vast Love.

I love You.

And You are Everyone. Everything. Always.

You are familiar.

And I’ve been thinking about the Universe and Time and You.

With Love Infinite,

Dannika

Photo Credit: Featured Image- Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

Final Image- NASA on Unsplash