As my seven-year-old grandson was flitting from one thing to another recently, he told me that he is made of starlight. Undeterred by my stunned reply of, “That’s nice”, he went on to explain with monkey hoots how we have all really descended from apes. Though I was pleased to know that he’s learning the true origin of the species, part of me was still caught in the stars and wasn’t ready to come down to earth.
Later I was struck by the fact that he may instinctively know that his spirit is engaged in its own evolution and has its origins in the heavens. Though I don’t remember naming its genesis at that age, I was conscious very early on of such an interior force and have lately become increasingly aware of its continued growth.
It is this spirit that is not content to rest on laurels or former ways of doing things or to succumb to difficulties and manageable handicaps as we age. It keeps an eye on ever expanding horizons, unwilling to be harnessed by the slower tempo that begins to dictate the timing of our lives. For now, something still burns in me, be it called spirit or chi or psychic energy. I see this happening in other older individuals who refuse to succumb to the barriers that life puts in their paths. From now on, as my spirit continues to call on me to put myself out there and to take risks, I will choose to call it starlight.