"Thou canst not stir a flower
Without troubling a star"
I have a memory, somewhat dimmed by the years, of me sitting on the back of a hayride in the beautiful hill country of Bandera, Texas, holding a flashlight in my hands, and gazing up at the stars. I believe I was about ten years old, with frizzy hair and an awkward gait. But I loved the stars. And when I lost myself in their depths, this particularly cool Texas summer night, I knew that I could be anything I wanted. I could travel to the moon and back, if that was my heart's desire. I could climb mountains, ride horses across great plains, fly in a hot air balloon around the world. I was royal, important, and necessary on this earth.
How often, as time moves slowly and then quickly, we forget what we are capable of.
Far too often.