Running the other morning, the sky was so clear you could see every star.

Every star.

I counted.

Nahhhh, “every” is hype. I don’t know how many stars I missed. The point is….the sky was clear, cloudless…..maybe….well….maybe there were some clouds….somewhere….it was kind of dark still….even though I could still see in the moonlight.

I can’t keep track of all this stuff, and if I worried about keeping track I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

But, if I could sleep I wouldn’t see any of the night sky anyway.

It’s a conundrum.

The night sky is still a mystery to me.

What I was thinking though, as I ran in the light from a sliver of a moon, is that when the sky is clear a little moon is enough to show me the way.

Isn’t that funny?

I can’t get out of my own way, sometimes.

Clarity is there if I don’t muddy the water….if I don’t cloud up my “sky/mind” with negativity or doubt or fear.

It’s right there.

Most of the mysteries are blessedly simple to figure out if we get out of our own way.

Seeing that moon in a clear sky was beautiful and peaceful and meditative and…..good.

Maybe that’s one of the best parts of these early morning runs?

That I’m up and out in the country before most people are awake….moving through the warm and moist early morning air….seeing all these stars and listening to the unidentified animals crash through the trees.

That’s a good thing.

That’s something I can understand….even if most of it will always be a mystery.

If the sky is clear, the moon is bright….no matter how small it is.

I love these mornings…..