27/11/2025
Guided by the very material we are born of. Be stardust x💫✨🎶🌙🙏
There’s something quietly grounding about looking up at the stars—those tiny, ancient lights scattered across an endless dark.
They remind me how small I am, but not in a way that diminishes me. More in the way of perspective: the kind that softens worries and stretches the imagination.
Every star is a story written in light that left its source long before I was alive to receive it. Some of what I’m seeing doesn’t even exist anymore. And yet, here the light is—arriving anyway. There’s comfort in that idea: that not everything we send out into the world vanishes. Some of it travels farther than we ever expect.
When life feels heavy or loud, the stars offer a kind of silence that doesn’t require escape—just a moment of stillness. A reminder that even in darkness, there are points of clarity. A reminder that wonder is always available if I remember to look up.
Maybe that’s why the stars have always mattered to people. They don’t give answers, but they make the questions feel a little more beautiful.
Art by Catherine Macmillan
