Tiny Lights

Stars shone brightly in the sky tonight as I drove Grace home from the Beaver meeting where she is honing her leadership skills as Colony Keo. I drove, listened to Grace chatter, and listened to the CBC -- an anecdote about York Dungeon where the actors are so tired of the smell that results from scared, sweaty visitors that the tourist attraction is handing out deodorant along with tickets.

Twenty minutes driving along a solitary country road is good for the soul.In my reflective mood, each of those stars represented an idea, a goal, a thought. They twinkled down at me, teasing me, hinting that I should follow them, catch them, harness their power. But so many of them...which one (or ones) should I follow?

It's an ongoing debate in my life as there seem to be so many things which I could do. It's good, having choices. Except sometimes, when I feel like it would be easier not to have them.

November is here. And though it's late and I am about to eat dip with my dearest husband while watching the last half of the movie we started last week, I set to blogging because, well, because I have decided to do NaBloPoMo again. An odd decision, particularly given that only a few days ago I had decided to stop blogging and focus on some of those other "stars" in my sky. But Finola talked me into it...and I think I'm glad she did (though I'm pretty sure she isn't even aware of having done so - surprise!).

Perhaps I'll use the month to blog about some of those other stars. Perhaps this is the start of the path of illumination.