Star Wishes

Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

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The earth slowly and deliberately turns away from the face of the sun. The light on North America starts to fade and the light on Asia grows. But my job is the North America pre sleepers, those Wishers as we call them.

Star light. Star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might have the wish, I wish tonight.

I hear this over and over again. It repeats itself one on top of one another. Over and under, a great rhythm and melody of the world. It’s that quiet, consistent hum you in your ears that makes the whole world feel far away. It’s comforting and alienating all at once.

This is my everyday. I hear the wishes from the world below. It’s their night time but when I go to work. As the sun sets, we wake up and the music of the wishes begins. Slowly at first as North comes out, but then the “star light” chorus begins.

Star. Light. Star light. Star. Light. Star bright, bright, bright, bright. I wish wish wish wish I may. I wish I might. Have the wisssssh, I wish tonight.

Then the wish itself comes. Quieter than the wish music. Sometimes I have to listen hard to hear the wishes, but I always catch it. The wishes can be so wonderful and hopeful that I can’t contain the happiness. Other wishes are the force of a battering ram, heartbreaking and lonely. I can’t help but cry.

So many emotions in your world. How do you contain them all on your planet?

Your little ones will wish for interesting things. Sometimes it’s simple like chocolate ice cream for dinner, but other times they wish for a mommy or daddy. Then there are wishes like wishing their brother turning into a frog. I laugh. Your little ones are wonderful.

I don’t have the power to do any of those things. To make their wishes come true. I wish I could but that’s not how I work. I listen. It’s my job and they need me. To be truthful, I need them. My strength wanes when the wish song grows quiet. If we weaken too much our light wanes.

A wish – even the heartbreaking ones – strengthens longer than lack of belief, but the negative and cynicism hit harder.

Photo Inspiration Post

NASA-Writing-Prompt

My office used to have a desk, filing cabinet and book case. Those were the days.

Now my office consists of air locks and round rooms. At least the I have a view. Boy, do I have a view.

But not by choice. I was never supposed to be here. I’m a pencil pusher and I was content with that. I filed paper work for JPL. I made sure all of the suppliers were paid. Nothing special. The biggest stressor at work was when the scientists wouldn’t sign their invoices on time.

I had a very strict schedule. Up at 5:45am. Run until 6:30. Breakfast of poached egg and avocado. At my desk by 7:55. I filed the invoices and tracked them with the accounting apartment. A walk around the campus at 11:55. A tuna sandwich under the tree at the back of the campus. I was finishing a book on the Civil War when it happened. Back to my desk by 1. Tracking down the scientists to sign their paperwork. Punched out by 5:05. Home with a cup of tea and my other book by 6. Sometimes I would buck tradition and watch a movie. I’d be in bed by 9:45pm.

But then, 376 days ago, on my way back from my lunchtime reading, my routine changed.

Creating for Family

I’m going to be an aunt in a few months. My brother and sister-in-law are going to be amazing parents. I took a few pictures for the gender reveal and turned some of them into a little stop motion video. I had fun manipulating one of them.

And because new baby’s get showered, I had the chance to create the baby shower invites. The invites were printed on good, thick paper, so each sheet took about 3 minutes to cut. I filmed the process and sped it up by 600% so no one had to sit through that.

Creating for family is the best.

Love is an awfully big adventure.

Love is an awfully big adventure.

1 + 1 = 3

My Niece’s & Sis-in-Law’s Baby Shower Invite

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Prepping the Baby Shower Invite