February 8, 2016 9:35 AM
I stood naked in the desert, turned my back to the wind and released the pressure from my bladder. Sighing, I looked up just as a shooting star flashed across the sky directly in front of me.
This was the third night in a row now. Each night a star has flashed by at the exact spot I looked and at the exact time I looked.
It appeared for the third night in a row not because I looked for it, but because I had forgotten to look for it.
I smiled because in that flash I suddenly understood my actions of late. … Read more…