It may be stretching it a bit to pop Rilke onto a blog but the night was such a treat coming home through the soft rain after yoga it seems ok.

‘Overflowing heavens of squandered stars

flame brilliantly above your troubles.  Instead

of into your pillows, weep up toward them.

There, at the already weeping, at the ending visage,

slowly thinning out, ravishing

worldspace begins . . . Breathe.

Breathe the darkness of the earth and again

look up!  Again.  Lightly and facelessly

depths lean toward you from above.  The serene

countenance dissolved in night makes room for yours.’

This came to mind on the walk back as stars came through the cold rain storm down here.

May the drips be with you, and look up,

M