The Cosmos is within us.
We are made of star-stuff.
Carl Sagan
I still believe in fairy tales — the kind where dreams have room to grow.
Oh, and I ignore those who raise an eyebrow. That’s fine. Let them.
The universe, in my experience, has a tendency to reward curiosity and belief.
Here on my island home, dreams don’t feel quite so far away.
They still breathe.
You notice them in the wind and the waves, and in a night sky so bright it will stop you in your tracks.
The Milky Way stretches out overhead, and before you know it, your imagination steps forward.
If you look up for long enough, you’ll begin to travel — further than you ever thought possible.
Past shooting stars, newborn suns, and ideas you haven’t met yet.
And here’s the thing: whether we think about it much or not, we’re made of the same material as those stars.
Their boundless energy lives in us.
Their story doesn’t end — it carries on, flowing brightly through our veins.
If that isn’t a pretty good reason to keep dreaming, I’m not sure what is.
anglesey zen 