Here’s how it went down. I’m lying in bed, laptop propped on pillows. Been on Facebook way too long connecting with my awesome circles of Goddesses, thinking up new ideas and dreaming new dreams. Yawning, I finally shut her down and roll over with my pillow, click off the light and hope for speedy Z’s.
I’m beginning to slow my breathing and come down from the electric high I have given myself when my next inhale catches a strong whiff of nastiness wafting up from my fuzzy friend on the floor below me. She then gets up, paces to the bedroom door and back a few times and parks her now whimpering nose on the bed in front of my face.
“Okay, let’s go,” I sigh, and she sprints down the hall for the back door. Dreading my further delayed sleep, I follow after her, the other dog at my heels, and pull the sliding glass door open for both of them. Instead of shutting it quickly to prevent the usual influx of mosquitos, I decide to follow the pups outside onto the patio and enjoy the rare opportunity for a look at the almost midnight sky.
I walked five feet out into the yard, turned my head up toward the small break in the trees where I could see the view of the sky and at the exact moment my eyes met the Big Dipper a shooting star streaked across that little opening of sky and disappeared into the Bethesda night. I let out an “Ah” out loud to myself and the dogs, standing there not believing what I just saw.
I can not remember ever seeing a shooting star in Bethesda. West Virginia yes, Bethesda no. I quickly made a big, fat, juicy wish, not wanting to let too much time pass for fear of being out of the acceptable timing zone for wish granting, and thanked the Universe for the miraculous timing of my dog’s fart.
Hey, that’s just how I roll with life these days. Everything’s a miracle.
