I have always been astronomical conscious. I love sunsets, sunrises (although I am more of a night owl), stargazing, looking for the moon, and finding shapes in the clouds. There is a particular mystery that involves seeing from afar and at the same time feeling wholly taken by the grandeur of nature. Looking at the sky is a humbling experience; something so powerful out there reflecting our inner world. For me, it has always been the space where science, magic, beauty, and spirit collide.

Maybe the desire to look through my window and commune with the elements has shaped my connection to the Universe. Very rightfully, it has inspired the work of poets, guided adventurers, and even initiated religious and scientific chapters since the beginning of humankind. Or perhaps it is that when you are a dreamer and romantic, it is easy to remain connected to something as far away as a star and still feel like it influences you.

Two events in the last week have made me want to untangle the role of the astronomical world in my spiritual development.