Meteor Shower


Can I be honest?

I’ve been having a tough time finding inspiration to write these past few weeks, which saddens me, because I love writing! I just haven’t known what to say.

Fast forward to now: I am currently in the land of grizzly bears, deer, moose, impressive mountains, and stars. Oh my goodness, the stars. They sparkle and dominate the dark skies since there is little light pollution all the way out here. Stars have always been my favorite everyday miracle, even though they’re a little more difficult to see back where I live. 

But last night, Dad said there was going to be a meteor shower. With no further questions, I stepped into my shoes and headed for the car with both parents. (Little Brother was overcoming jet lag.) We drove past any flickering lights, any streetlamp or lit up sign. We were determined to find solitude and absolute darkness. And we did! 

We huddled in blankets next to the car and craned our necks up to the velvet sky and tried not to blink, too afraid we might miss the moment. I kept circling myself, rotating to try to catch every and any angle of the sky. Mid-rotation, my dad exclaimed with true wonder, “WHOA!!!” 

I had missed it. Determined not to miss any other cosmic streak, I circled faster, but I missed the next one, too! How was that possible? 

Dad put his hands on my shoulders and directed me to stop and simply stare at the place he had seen both meteors. To be honest, it felt a little silly just expecting to wait to see this miracle, instead of circling the skies, begging to be in the right place at the right time. 

But there it was. A fiery, blazing diamond the size of a baseball danced across the sky. It was fast, it was fleeting. But I’ll never be able to forget this image- the meteor ablaze pulling its long tail behind it to paint the night sky. It was breathtaking. 

While I’ve been here, I’ve felt the need to challenge myself to be extra-present. At home, I feel like I’m always running, always chasing my goals, dreams, aspirations, and adventures, which I love! But, I’ve been feeling a little uninspired lately. I knew I needed to somehow convince myself to slow down and take in the beauty around me. But when the constant noise around you is competing for your attention,

it’s difficult to sift through what deserves your undivided focus, and what doesn’t. 

I’ve challenged myself to barely look at my phone. I try to do that in general, but I kicked it up a notch on this trip. I tried to always leave my phone in the car. When we go on long drives, I don’t allow myself to scroll through Instagram. I look out the window. When conversations are slow, I try to suggest activities or new topics. 

Just like the meteor, I didn’t want to miss it. “It” being truth, beauty, family, rest; and yes, inspiration. At home, I constantly revolve, trying not to miss anything, but to catch everything. And that’s impossible. That’s why I’ve been missing “it.”

This meteor shower taught me about inspiration. Sometimes you have to stand still. You have to remove yourself from the noise (the good and the bad!) and be still. And watch. 

 Because, inspiration- it's breathing. It's taking a moment to notice the miracle taking place in your chest each moment. It's letting creativity take root. When we pay attention, it's as easy as breathing.

It’s just what you want it to be. 

Sometimes, I’m guilty of waiting for cataclysmic events to shape my stories, to drive my fingers to the keyboard. But in reality, it’s the little things I love to write about. But I’ll never see them if I’m not truly present. 

I invite you, dear friend, to challenge yourself to a new level of presence today, however that looks for you: staying longer at church, turning off the TV earlier, calling someone, spending more time with your family.

Let your real life be your inspiration.