I followed my star into relationships, to Western Washington University, down faerie trails, through lonely bike rides, and into the making of new friends. Each person follows a star. Is it my star? Or another I follow? Sometimes I’m not sure.
Perhaps it is the Morning Star. Yes, I like that—the star that heralds the end of the long night, summoning the dawn.
An unseen hand—or Being—seems to guide me. Through storms, through places where it’s just the two of us, in and out of relationships—growing each time.