Belonging
by Tania Carriere
October 3, 2020 - 4:42pm

Bedtime was the same every night on Molokai. Unhurried on this island in the middle of nowhere, I lay under the stars fighting to keep my eyes open to drink in one more ounce of their presence. In the profound silence, the disconnection from civilization, I was mesmerized by the vastness of the sky, charmed by the glitter of light; each twinkle a nod from a patient, ever-listening lover.

Such a calm comes over me as I peer into the profound depth of the night sky. You would think that lying under such limitlessness, I would feel my own insignificance, but, for reasons that I cannot explain, I feel such a profound sense of connection instead– I am flooded with a knowing that I have a place in the world.

It is as if the act of looking at the stars makes me one of them.

What a thought, I am suddenly a part of a constellation.

Entranced, I get lost in the light show and a blanketing feeling that everything will be all right.

I look equally at the dark spaces between the flicker of light. I know it is an illusion; those spaces are not really dark – there are billions of stars in the soft fleshy velvet. They are there, just not discernable to the naked eye, and knowing this fills me with a deep thrill. My sense of astral connection increases with a recognition that I am also a part of a constellation that I cannot see, and it invites the most profound sense of belonging.

The stars give me permission to be me – no more, no less. Critical to the formation of a constellation, I must show up, take space and express who I am. Each star in the pattern counts; the little dipper has a hole if all the stars don’t light up.

It absolves me of the exhausting weight of imagining that I need to be the brightest star. It gives me permission to be myself, play my role, be seen by some and simply be a part of the dark space to others. I am curious about the intense sense of belonging that must come with being held within a constellation.

My experience of the starlit sky is so intense that even now, as I call it to mind, I feel the reassurance of its presence. Cloud barriers, the noon sun, light pollution can prevent me from seeing it, but not from experiencing it.

This memory has the power to instantly comfort me into a quiet and comfortable knowing.

I visited my grandmother the weekend before last. She lives in a senior’s residence about 4 hours away; I go down when I can.

She can’t see the stars clearly anymore.

She gets lost in her stories, unable to clearly recall the events that formed the roadmap of her life. I steel myself - this might be, as they have warned me, the fated day when she doesn’t recognize her granddaughter’s face.

She is seated facing the window; I approach and take her hands, letting her eyes search mine, hoping she will see me twinkle in between the black holes of her memory.

She reaches to retrieve a name and a label for who I am to her. And then I see it.

Before words can be ushered into the light, she experiences me as a presence in her night sky, I see her shoulders relax, I feel her hand firmly take hold of mine, and a deep knowing emerges from her with a sigh of comfort. She smiles and connects to a place of belonging, sensing her presence our constellation.

I gently remind her, “It is Tania, and I love you,” and she smiles, clarity suddenly breaking through the fog. She nods, but when the context and the details don’t all come into focus, she confesses, “Tania, I don’t always remember.”

So I tell her about her constellations. Slowly I share the big events of her life, tracing one to the next, just like you do when you point out Orion’s belt. With each story, she relaxes more, not into the memory, but into the dark space in between.

Comfort doesn’t come from remembering the events, but from a deeper sense that they are there, even if they are not visible to her; the same comfort that I feel under the sky – trusting in the presence of what I cannot see and allowing insignificance to be replaced with belonging.

I saw her momentarily feel her place in the universe again.

Connected, starlit.

This is how I will remember her, a North Star in my constellation.

One day soon, I know my skies will cloud over in grief, I will look for her twinkle and will be greeted by the dark. I hope that I will remember the magnitude of what I cannot see, the ever-presence of my constellations and the gift within the depth of the dark inky bits – belonging.

 

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Morgineon October 6, 2020 - 8:54am

Tania, I greatly appreciate your writing and what you shared. A kindred spirit, I am with you. I join you in this space. So much more can be shared gazing into each other's eyes in Silence, than can ever be expressed in words. So much power in the Space Between, we don't often visit enough in our current world. I have come to understand I live in a Vibrational Universe, so what I perceive as "empty space" can also be overflowing with life simply not perceptible to my current vibrational status. :-) Only when I totally relax and let go of my conventional thinking and assumptions, sometimes, for a brief moment, I see other things there, clearly coming into view.

Thank you for sharing your Presence with us in such intimate ways. I am certain your Grandmother will always recognize your loving Presence, from the inside out, even when she can no longer demonstrate that physically. She will always be with you, the way you see the stars, a glowing light eternally sharing her love in your life, long into the future. Celebrating Love's Magic, Morgine

Morgine, thanks for connecting with the meaning in my wiriting. it means a lot to me to (not ever having met you) know that YOU are in the dark inky spaces of my constellation. Just so beautiful a thought! best to you!

 

Juliet Taubneron October 9, 2020 - 2:40am

Just LOVELY!

Taniaon October 12, 2020 - 8:56am

In reply to by Juliet Taubner

thanks so much Juliet! Enjoy the day!

Barbara Bozzoon October 10, 2020 - 2:54pm

Thank you so much, Tania, for this amazing blog that reaches out to help us more fully understand our presence and connection with the World we have been passing through that is known as our “lifetime”.   The sense of “belonging” is such a powerful necessity in living our lives to the fullest.  It reminds me of the concept that “we are at the right place in our lives at every twist and turn” and that we should embrace that and savor the lessons that are put in front of us to empower and enrich our life-journey.  Your heartfelt story about your beloved grandmother touched me deeply.  I lost both of mine before I was able to bond in ways that I wish I could have.  I do believe that your presence in her life shines more brightly that you can ever imagine.  Thanks for helping us visualize the amazing concept of being a part of a constellation that consists of both bright and dark features that make it so recognizable and guides so many people through the darkness of their lives, as well as gives light to their lives.  You are truly a blessing, my friend.  

 

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