“There was a star danced — and under that I was born.”
William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616.
I’ve long favored this quote —
For many reasons.
Mystery. Movement. Creation —
And the utter beauty in the randomness of things.
April 7, 2010 —
I have a random thought around 9:30 p.m as I’m winding down the day with CSI: NY and Detective Stella Bonasera —
“If I ever decide to get a dog, Stella would be a good name.
“Hmmm,” I ponder. “Should I write that down — just in case?
April 9, 2010 —
It’s unseasonably beautiful in Minneapolis and I’m working from home. Another random thought —
“I wonder if my neighbor would like to take a walk with me over lunch.”
We walk down Lyndale — a street he’s walked his entire life — over 60 years. He reminisces about architecture and his family including the dogs he’s had throughout the years and eventually we stop for a quick lunch. My first of the season on a patio.
He begins, “I’m trying to find a home for a really nice dog —”
“What kind of dog,” I ask.
“English Shepherd —”
We talk more about the breed, the reasons behind the need for a new home and his familiarity with this dog — his special interest in finding her a good home.
Then I ask —
“What is her name?”
A star danced as I heard him say —
April 11, 2010 —
I have a dog —
And her name is Stella.
Stella — “star” in Latin —
And with a nod to providence—
I’ll add a middle name —
Yep, you guessed it.
Ohhhhhh, I LOVE these psychic happenings. Truly meant to be.
Tingles from the cosmic world pulsed through me as I read this. How utterly lovely that this cosmic collision between woman and beast has commenced. I cannot wait to meet this “star” specimen.