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To Catch and Keep a Shooting Star

8/10/2015

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"Do not go gentle into that good night . . . rage, rage against the dying of the light . . ." 
                                                                                                                  ~ Dylan Thomas
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On a cultural level in western civilization, and for some of us, on a deeply personal level, August is a bittersweet turn of a corner in our every year. Every cooling breeze reminds us that summer is coming to a close. Every morning moves us further from the memory of a crashing, cooling wave, a leisurely meandering mountain path, or a sleepy midnight conversation by a backyard fire . . . and closer to a new milestone or a new season for which we're not quite sure we're ready. For some of us, there's a paradoxical anxiety that sets in even as we're luxuriating in our last few weeks or last few days of sun-warmed freedom, and turning over the memories. It's a cycle as sure as the seasons for me.


Fortunately . . . serendipitously, even, nature provides the perfect backdrop for a spectacular "summer finish" every year. If you haven't discovered it yet, or just need a reminder, this month marks the annual celestial event of the Perseid Meteor Shower. Admittedly, it's unpredictable. Cloud cover, rain, or city lights (even moonlight) make the experience hit or miss. But even catching a glimpse of just one shooting star always soothes my soul and reminds me that no matter what the "new year" brings for me, that God is in control. It's always worth the anticipation. Below is a re-post of a blog I wrote in memory of the 2012 shower, and one shining star that I'll always keep close to my heart..


Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

August 2012

Some of the best moments in life cannot be planned, though we may try. We're driving to a party and the conversation on the way - and the sunset backdrop - supersede the evening. We're looking for a book, and stumble upon another with words so profound and resonating that it changes our life. We expect and plan for a girl, and we can't imagine life without the boy.

Some of the best moments in life cannot be planned, though science may try. NASA, in conjunction with the Farmer's Almanac, planned a spectacular meteor shower show in the eastern sky for the evening of August 12. . . Wait. What? . . .

So I showed up, and a thick cloud cover blotted the brightest stars. I tried again on the 13th, although it wasn't on the calendar. Clear skies canopied my Jacuzzi for which I had paid an astronomical cover charge a few years before for just such a celestial occasion. And there they were - quick, flashing streaks across the sky, "leftover" shooting stars from the evening before. Anyone who has ever attended one of these events knows that meteor "shower" is a misnomer. You actually gaze intently at the sky for several minutes at a time so as not to miss the next trickle of a star burning itself out as it hurtles towards the earth. So I craned my neck, counting in satisfied delight every time I saw one - 8!, 9!, 10! - to make sure I was getting my money's worth.

Sometimes the moments are seconds, but the impact tricks the brain. It rose up, up out of the south - number 11 - and moved northward, just above the horizon, in a slow, pure arc. . . luminous . . . ethereal . . . heavenly . . . a blue line trailing behind a star against a black sky above the distant glow of small city lights. My breath stopped. The star suspended at the top of the arc, and drifted down, like a snowflake, towards the earth, so close I looked to see where it would land. I forgot to give it a number. It wasn't the same. Three seconds, maybe four burned into my memory so vivid that if I never see another one like it again, it will be enough.

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Wendie link
8/11/2015 10:32:37 pm

I really needed this reminder today. Thank you. To be still. And know HE has a plan. :)

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    I'm Aerin Leigh.  I'm a once upon a time teacher and a forever reading cheerleader.  I'm a writer, a reading specialist, and a a believer in the power of words.  I've seen a little of the world, but my first love is Michigan.  I live here with my husband and two spoiled Boxer dogs, Merlot and Riesling.  We're happy empty nesters and we spend a lot of time in our hot tub. . . to stay warm.  Winter is my solace, but Summer has been my teacher and my friend.  I'm an occasional runner, and a constant connoisseur of wine and friendship and gel nails.  Anything that lights up is magic to me . . .  like fireflies, the glow of a storybook moon, Christmas lights under the stars, and my Colorado grandbabies' faces when they see me on Skype.  I embrace quirky things like Feng Shui and Acupuncture and prayer . . . because they just might work.  I'm a survivor of much and of many, but I leave my heart wide open.  My children are my role models, my current passion is possibility, and my God is good. 


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