Wonderful, wonderful book, which miraculously found me through the amazing Christmas gift of Kalina Bibishkova who came at home to give it to me, saying I reminded her of Stargirl- a compliment most valuable and heart-warming. I did see myself in the book, but it also served as a great inspiration to me to keep on being authentic, peeling off layers of fear…
I read the book “at one breath” as we say in Bulgarian. And at every description I saw you, too, Kalina. Thank you for the Christmas miracle. I guess we aren’t strangers if we share the same path, the same “life mission”: to be at all times in love, to create Love and to breathe Love.
“Star people are rare”- the author says. But I have the feeling each and every one has a Star person lying somewhere deep in ourselves. To be awaken as Star people we need to dig deep into ourselves, but we also need each other, to support each other and show each other our greatness no matter whether we see it or not. And to that I dedicate my life, my Love, my words, my actions, my body, my min and soul, and… I’m not giving up. I’m not giving up on wanting to be better, to be free, to Love and be Loved, … After the n-th brake up/failure/whatever, we go on, enriched, but not thrown down. We, stargirls.
“Of course we did other things too. We walked. We talked. We rode bikes.
Though I had my driver’s license, I bought a cheap secondhand bicycle so
I could ride with her. Sometimes she led the way, sometimes I did. Whenever
we could, we rode side by side.
She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.
She taught me to revel. She taught me to wonder. She taught me to laugh.
My sense of humor had always measured up to everyone else’s; but timid
introverted me, I showed it sparingly: I was a smiler. In her presence I
threw back my head and laughed out loud for the first time in my life.
She saw things. I had not known there was so much to see.
She was forever tugging my arm and saying, “Look!”
I would look around, seeing nothing. “Where?”
She would point. “There.”
In the beginning I still could not see. She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as “nothing” I walked in a gray world of nothing.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl