When Joel was a toddler and we lived with my parents, my dad taught him to look up. In fact, Dad said, "Look up high!" to Joel so much, he thought planes were called "Up Highs". When a plane would pass overhead, Joel would point up to the sky and say, "Uh-pie!""We're just sitting on a speck of dust spinning in space."
I'm in the hammock as I write this, the Milky Way sparkling above me. A thousand crickets chirp, a Mozart piece is on my MP3 player and the connection I feel between heaven and earth and life is almost palpable. So much has happened in the fifteen years since Dad's passing. In that time I've buried half-a-dozen or more loved ones, but when I'm out under the stars I feel a profound connection with them and I remember that we are all just so much carbon--star dust--and that our imperative is to return to our source. I believe that the union we feel at that time is ecstatic in the truest sense of the word and that when my turn comes I'll send my surviving loved ones a simple thought: