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…