The other day the moon was so bright and big. I had to stop in my tracks and make myself stay in the cold for a little bit longer to stare at her.
I saw Gravity twice in the theater. Not because I was particularly in love with the film, but it just happened that way. Both times when Sandra Bullock's character is thrown from the ship and spinning out into space, I was reduced to tears and cringing from that deep pit at the bottom of your stomach feeling. Space makes me feel so incredibly vulnerable and small. I'll be honest, I don't hate that feeling. Those tears and that pit are not necessarily associated with sadness. I guess it's mostly fear. It's the fear of being left alone in my nothingness. I am the smallest of the small and I can do nothing on my own. I find power in this awareness because it causes me to look for God. I need the reminder much more often than I should.