Tonight the Orionid meteors blaze through the sky, but I’m too tired tonight to stay up and see them. And I’m totally ok with that; had a long weekend. I watched the sunrise three mornings in a row. Watched Mama Bear fade into the green Eastern horizon. Next to the Geminids, Orion’s meteors are my favorite shooting stars. The Geminids are hard to see and are an all or nothing shower. You see a ton or you see none. Not unlike Geminis ourselves. We’re either fascinated by you or else there’s a good chance we won’t remember your name. The Orionids are consistently amazing. When I think of them, I remember being a little girl wrapped in a blanket on my grandparents lawn or being a pissed off teenager perched on a roof shivering, staring up, eyes unfocused trying to take in as much sky as possible. It was always hard not to focus on the spot where the last shooting star zoomed by. I remember the feeling of stretching my peripheral vision. To see more you had to watch less. Meteor showers are about the accumulative affect and the Orionids are radiant… they move in all directions away from one spot.
To see more you have to watch less.
Stretch to see.
I fell in love with the Orion constellation when I was still young enough to fall in love with my own imaginary beings. I didn’t know his story, I didn’t care. My own story for the man with the raised hand in the night sky satisfied me. I’ve walked home alone many times with Orion above me. “Well, that’s how that evening went.” Not really alone when there’s a familiar figure, proud and shiny watching over me.
Stretch to see.
I’ve started a new journey. A 10 month commitment to growing into the person I’ve only had hints that I can be. A new community. A new way of relating, learning and loving. I feel radiant. I’m being consistent. Love in my life feels constant. My process is accumulative. I’m stretching to see. I’m too tired to watch shooting stars tonight, next year I might not be. I’m really just grateful to know they’re happening.