I had a totally unproductive evening Wednesday night. I attempted to plan a charity raffle and got nowhere. I tried to write a blog post and instead ended up surfing the net for a few hours. All around, I was frustrated, tired and ready for bed.

So, I ran outside to grab my book from the car. In my shoeless dash from the car to the house, I glanced up at the sky. The night was perfect for stargazing.

I lied down on my lawn immediately and watched the stars for about a half-hour. I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed and down to Earth (ha ha … it’s kind of funny) as when I was gazing at the stars.

I felt small again, in a good way. I remembered that there are things much more important than me going on. I felt grounded. I felt safe.

So this is one of those preachy posts. But I forgot how much I love stargazing, and I thought you might have, too.