Starry Starry Night…
When I was a girl of about 13 or 14 years of age. I did something that was really quite out of character for me and I never told any of my family about it. None of my five brothers and sisters and certainly not my parents who would’ve thought that I was nuts. . Perhaps I was. I certainly felt different than anyone else in my family.
I had discovered the extraordinary beauty of the stars at night and since we lived on a farm in North Dakota it struck me as something deep within me, something I’d never felt before and something that I could not even put into words. It was glorious!
I was so awestruck that I actually got up before the sun rose in the morning, at about 430 or five o’clock, I would go outside onto the front lawn and lay down; just staring up into the sky. I was filled with such a feeling of limitlessness. There was no time. I was transported into another space. It was magical and terrifying at the same time. Magical because you could see forever and terrified because I felt so small. And yet another part of me felt that I belonged there and I was a part of everything.
There were no sound except for the crickets chirping in the wet grass and I think that is where my first awakening happened to find Godliness. To really feel as though there is some thing more powerful than just my human body.
Being raised as a good little Catholic girl, I was constantly on guard about what sins I would be committing and and so carefully and quietly getting out of my bedroom which I shared with my two sisters.and by sneaking out of the house just to lay down on the grass and stare up at the sky seemed like something I should keep silent about, thinking no one would understand what this was all about. Even I didn’t really understand so the feeling of wonder that I got from this was something that I want to experience over and over again. And I did.
The first time I started to think about what it was all about and why was I here on earth and what was my purpose. Of course at that age. I didn’t have the language or the experiences of life to help me find the way. Looking back on it now I see it as a jumpstart on my spiritual journey. Which I now see as life long and then take what we learn in this lifetime and then move onto the next.
Slowly the sun would come up and I would witness another miraculous event every morning before the rest of the family arose.
I don’t remember exactly how many nights I did this strangely wonderful thing . And yet I do remember taking a jacket outside with me. Mostly I remember the feelings of being overwhelmed by billions of stars in the dark night and I never wanting this feeling to end. And I definitely don’t remember what brought me to do something so brilliant and stunning in the first place. Being such a scaredy-cat in my real life, being shy and introverted, and never never finding my comfort zone . Perhaps my guardian angel was there with me. It really is quite astonishing that I would do something so weird.
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