
18/08/2025
On the mornings ahead, beginning Monday, six of our relatives — the wandering stars we call planets — will walk together across the dawn. Some will shine with their own strong light, like Venus and Jupiter, who appear as bright messengers in the east. Mercury, the quick one, will follow close to the horizon, appearing just before the sun. Saturn, patient and steady, will watch from the south. And though our eyes cannot catch them without tools, Uranus and Neptune will still be there — unseen but present, reminding us that much of creation is beyond our sight.
But it is not only the planets that call us. A waning crescent moon will rise, her silver light glowing softly, carrying Earth’s reflection upon her face. This “earthshine” is the breath of the waters and the ice, the clouds and the forests, shining back into the heavens. On Wednesday, she will walk very near Venus, the morning star, in a dance of beauty so delicate it could quiet even the busiest heart.
If you look closely, you will see Orion, the great hunter constellation, stepping once more into the sky before sunrise. His belt points to Sirius, the brightest star, who rises with the dawn. These old star stories return each season, reminding us of the great cycles that bind us.
Such moments remind us that we are not separate from the sky. Just as our ancestors once prayed to the dawn, sang to the stars, and read the signs written across the heavens, so too can we stand in wonder. The planets, the stars, the moon — they are our kin, walking their own sacred paths.
Tapwe,
—Kanipawit Maskwa
John Gonzalez