Remember, you are Stardust!

The amazing thing is that every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements – the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution – weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way they could get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.

Lawrence M. Krauss

Hey, Lovelies.

Did you ever wonder where your body came from? Yes, I know, you were grown inside your biological mother, but where did all of the molecules that are the building blocks of your body come from?

The answer to that is stardust.

Every atom that makes up our bones, our skin, our organs – it all came from the stars. Our entire planet is made from stardust. When we die, we return to dust again. Parts of us are endlessly recycled.

The air we breathe may be the air that was once in the lungs of a whale, or a hummingbird, or one of our ancestors. The water we drink may have come from a glacier, or the condensation from a great forest, or the evaporated exhalations of the world’s oceans. The molecules in our hand may have come from the stars, but they may have also once been a loaf of bread, campfire smoke, a giant cedarwood, a wild animal, a delicate flower, a crystal.

Stardust is still raining down upon the earth, and our bodies take in a continuous supply through our breath and the nutrients we ingest. This stardust helps to make us over again and again during our lifetime as our cells die and new ones are created.

I take great comfort from these simple facts. It helps me to see my life as miraculous and marvellous. I am a living wonder.

It gives me a deep sense of reverence for the world around me, and for my own existence.

Everything is precious. Everything has meaning. Our bodies are borrowed from the Universe, and when our soul has no more need for them they will be remade into something new.

I hope you find some comfort in that too.

Much love, Nicole xx