Nature voices natural, spiritual law and divine Love, but human belief misinterprets nature. Arctic regions, sunny tropics, giant hills, winged winds, mighty billows, verdant vales, festive flowers, and glorious heavens,–all point to Mind, the spiritual intelligence they reflect. The floral apostles are hieroglyphs of Deity. Suns and planets teach grand lessons. The stars make night beautiful, and the leaflet turns naturally towards the light.
— Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 240
The divine Mind maintains all identities, from a blade of grass to a star, as distinct and eternal.
— Ibid, p. 70
If you want to be conscious of the presence of God, a good place to start is in the inky blackness of a clear New Mexico evening.
Ron and I went from Tucumcari to Albuquerque this afternoon to have a look around and enjoy a few more hours on our beloved Route 66 before we head back to Tulsa tomorrow. On the way back, New Mexico’s dazzling cobalt skies gave way to a velvety night with thousands of stars scattered across it like glitter.
I’d fallen asleep while Ron drove, but as he pulled off I-40 at the Montoya exit, I woke up just enough to mumble, “The stars!”
“That’s what I’m pulling off to look at,” Ron said. He parked the car in front of a cattle guard at the entrance to a ranch, and we got out and looked around. I’ve never seen so many stars in my life. I didn’t know that many stars existed. I tried to find constellations but got lost in the profusion of tiny lights glittering above me. Ron pointed out the Milky Way streaking down the middle of the sky like a soft giant cloud. As I turned around to look at the stars sprinkled across the northern skies behind me, the world — not I — seemed to be moving, and the illusion was so dizzying, it took me a second to regain my equilibrium.
I didn’t have the right kind of lens to pick up all those stars, and the moment was too beautiful to ruin with a lot of fussing over shutter speeds and aperture settings. There are some things even the best camera won’t pick up … you just have to experience them.
Hope your weekend was as beautiful as mine.