Looking out my glass door this morning, with the sun beating down on the snow, my eyes caught the glimmer of individual ice crystals in the brightening light. Their random distribution over that part of the yard immediately sent the synapses of my brain into images of stars on a dark night– about as opposite, in a way, to what my eyes are seeing as you can get. I am good at such far-fetched associations, and then often go on to see some deeper truth in the connection to boot (not this morning, though). Drives people in my life nuts. Yet somehow those moments of insight–or is it craziness?–are often the moments that soothingly massage the soul’s chronic wound, at least for me, and I suspect for others as well.