Searching For Spirit In A Sleepless Night

Last night, I was not sleeping. Normally, sleep comes for me, often before I am quite ready to release the day, and it holds me close until the sun begins to creep up in the distance. But last night was different. I tossed and turned, my eyes were heavy but my soul was stirring — ideas and questions and memories raced around within me.

Frustration was building. I could feel the minutes ticking away, taking with them the energy I’d hoped to start the week with. I opened my eyes to glance at the clock, hoping to calculate the damage, but I noticed my oldest friend dancing above the field behind my home. Grandmother moon called to me, so I went to the window to visit. I took a few deep breaths, admired the night, and wondered aloud why in the world I was not sleeping. Just then, a trail of light shot across the black sky, and although I tried, I couldn’t think of a single reason to be sleepless in my house while a celestial celebration was underway outside.

Barefoot, I slipped out the front door and found a spot just out of streetlight range from which I could enjoy the show. I sat at first, then settled in like the earth was my hammock. I listened to the coyotes and crickets and stared into the sky. Again and again the little bits of other world entered ours and burned up, blazing a magnificent trail across the darkness. It was every bit as magical as the star party I had Saturday night with the children and their friends from the neighborhood, only much quieter… this was just for me.

My giggles filled the space between the buildings when I realized that shooting-star-watching me and slot-machine-playing me are remarkably similar. After this one, I’ll go inside… Oooohhhh, that was amazing. Okay… maybe just one more. Then, I’ll go inside…
This ridiculousness — and the restless banter of the wild ones calling out from deep in the woods — reminded me of my sweet wife who is far, far away and I wished she were with me. Sky watching is one of our favorite past times, even without the special show and I wanted her to be able to feel as hopeful and inspired as it made me feel to see what I was seeing. My sadness eased a bit when I was reminded that although the bright lights of the city made this beauty inaccessible to her, it is still there, lighting up the sky above her. I know that this is true. We all rest under the same sky and this magic has settled into the hearts of every one of us, whether we had the pleasure of witnessing it or not.

Gratitude for this rare spell of sleeplessness flooded my body… I made wishes and gave thanks. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” for every single trail that flashed across the sky. I asked to be shown how to answer The Call in way that cultivates the health and abundance that I know in my heart is true for me and the Wild Ones with whom I collaborate. And I heard, keep walking, you’re almost there… more giggles… They already taught me that there is no “there,” rather this is a journey to be taken one step at a time with an open heart and an open mind.

My heart is full, my mind feels centered, and although I’m going to climb back into bed until the alarm announces the start of a new day… my soul is still out there dancing in the street to the rhythm of the shooting stars.
Life is a lot like watching for shooting stars. You can’t do anything to make it happen but sometimes, when you find yourself in the dark, if you have the courage to be still for a moment and raise your awareness, boom… there it is. Magic.

This week, open yourself to the magic in everyday moments, especially the ones that would otherwise leave you sad or mad or disconnected, because those have the most extraordinary potential. And I want to hear about it. Tell me your story below, or by email through my website. I believe we can all use the inspiration this week.


Kirsten B.
Kirsten B.4 years ago

Lovely piece, thank you Christy

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Paul Stephan4 years ago

This is wonderful and wonder full. Thank you.

Deborah Dobias
Deborah Dobias4 years ago

So beautifully articulate, almost poem like! I felt as tho I was there! My heart soared with delight at the vision of dancing in the moonlight and blazing stars celebrating with you. I sought out the recent meteor shower expected last weekend, but our weather didn't cooperate; no harm, no foul tho, I strolled the vacant streets at midnight with my pure white wonder dog, Raya. The fog rising from the earth was somewhat mystical and created a wall of magic with every footstep forward. With the street lights muted glo we saw crystally sparks of twinkle upon the newly constructed spider webs. Amazing depth and geometrics! What abstract art being shown in the still of the night. The feral coloninies were seen only by the glowing of their eyes low to the ground. Birds of the night sang a serenade for our journey. We experienced an enchanted night walk. The peace, the harmony, the ALL, was captivating and Raya and I in~joyed it all, just as it is!

Donna Hamilton
Donna Hamilton4 years ago


Danuta Watola
Danuta Watola4 years ago

Thanks for sharing this.

Dee D.
Dolores D.4 years ago

What a beautfful experience - Thank you for sharing it!

Lyn Simcock
Lyn Simcock4 years ago

What was that about a shooting star passing by and lighting up our lives? This article is definitely one of those! Thank you.

Angela N.
Angela N.4 years ago