I'm Rachel Brugier.
This podcast is a place for intuitive and poetic souls.
For those who feel drawn to slower rhythms of listening,
Reflection and imagination.
This episode turns our attention to the night sky.
I'll be sharing the poem Stars by Sarah Teasdale.
Sarah Teasdale was an American lyric poet.
Known for her clear musical language.
And her ability to capture quiet emotional moments.
With remarkable simplicity.
Many of her poems return again and again to the natural world.
To seasons light.
And the wide mystery of the night sky.
After the poem.
You'll hear a short reflection and two prompts.
That you might explore through journaling.
Sketching.
Meditation.
Or simply sitting quietly beneath your own inner sky.
Let the words arrive slowly.
Alone in the night,
On a dark hill.
With pines around me,
Spicy and still.
And a heaven full of stars over my head.
White and topaz,
And misty red.
Myriads with beating hearts afire.
That Aeons cannot vex or tire.
Up the dome of heaven.
Like a great hill.
I watch them marching,
Stately and still.
And I know that I am honored to be witness of so much majesty.
While visiting southern New Hampshire in early autumn.
I once walked out into an open field at night with a group of friends.
The air had that crisp edge that arrives in late September.
Cool,
But not yet cold.
Above us.
The sky stretched wide and clear.
The Milky Way was faint but visible.
A soft band of light across the darkness.
We found the Big Dipper easily,
And from there traced our way to the North Star.
We lay back in the grass and watched quietly.
No rush,
No need to speak.
Just the steady presence of stars.
Distant and constant.
In that moment,
Something softened.
The vastness of the sky did not feel overwhelming.
But quietly reassuring.
We were small beneath it.
And yet not separate from it.
Lying there together.
It felt as though we were part of something shared.
Both with each other and with the wider universe.
The same sky stretched above all of us.
Holding the moment.
In a hush.
When have you taken the time to look up at the stars?
And simply notice the night sky.
What feelings arise in you when you reflect on the vastness of the universe?
Thank you for sharing this moment beneath the stars.
Perhaps you carry the feeling of this poem with you.
The sense that we are part of something vast.
Like twinkling lights within a wider constellation.
If this episode felt meaningful.
You're welcome to share it with someone who might appreciate this kind of reflection.
Thank you for being here.
And remember.
You are held by the earth.
