Most evenings now, I commune with Venus. She appears at twilight, blinking from the blue sky as though behind a veil, winking coyly. She tells me things. And she listens when I pray to her for blessings. Often we’re silent together. When the sky fully blackens, she blazes bright and sends transmissions that invigorate my too often closed-down heart.
Still, it took awhile to notice that something else was going on. Not without reason does Venus spend so many hours in the night sky now—she who enjoys being dazzled. Look who stands across from her! It’s that bold Hunter with his Dog Star. Arms raised, feet dancing, sword hanging from his belt, Orion exudes such strength and competence. Why wouldn’t a pleasure-loving planet swoon?!
This same admiration was apparent in the nearly two million gleeful faces crowding the streets of Washington DC this week. There were tears of joy around the world. We were all Venus—admiring our own Orion! Isn’t it amazing how thousands of years after the Babylonians searched the sky for their own news, the night stars keep broadcasting our stories.