.Constellations.

It was just another night

With a sunset

And a moonrise not so far behind

To give us just enough light

To lay down underneath the stars

Listen to papa's translations

Of the stories across the sky

We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long

The wind may calm down

Nothing ever feels the same

Sheltered under the Kamani tree

Waiting for the passing rain

Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene

Stars above us chasing the day away

To find the stories that we sometimes need

Listen close enough

All else fades

Fades away

.Jack Johnson.

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The week of work after a vacation is always rough.  I work as a therapist and while I find my job incredibly fulfilling, it sometimes can make me feel like a really small, insignificant part of an enormous machine.  Yesterday was the first time I nearly cried at work and had to close my office door and just remember to breathe. 

Something I tell my clients when they're feeling distressed is to picture being safe; what does it look like when you're safe?  My picture constantly changes but yesterday I thought of Vermont.  After the wedding reception was over, G and I layed on a hammock and just stared at the stars... amazed and in awe of the view.  The sky was so clear and overwhelming on that night; I felt so small and yet so safe and satisfied laying there with my love.  So, by remembering that it's not always bad to feel so small in a complicated and largely unknown world, I was able to appreciate where I am and 'wait for the passing rain because the clouds keep moving'.