Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made. ~ Tyler Kent White
I’ve been collapsing into myself as the daylight hours shrink and winter’s blanket threatens to suffocate me. The dark is very dark this year, the cold gets into my bones and I hurt. Shoulders bent under the weight of the ‘mountains I was only supposed to climb’, I struggle to draw a deep breath. To get up, to keep walking.
“Star formation begins when the denser parts of the cloud core collapse
under their own weight/gravity.”
Feet fall heavy. Perhaps it a sign- a harbinger of change. Tomorrow, I celebrate Solstice. I celebrate the Dark and the return of Light.
Tonight? I am soft and quiet and miserable and collapsed. Weary. Undone. Dark.
That is how a star is born.