Writer Florence Scovel Shinn once said “Prayer is telephoning to God, and intuition is God telephoning you.” I’m not a religious person, but I’m really into spiritual shit, and last night I received the most wonderful phone call.
‘Beautiful night,’ I grinned at the truck driver, jumping down from his giant machine beside me at the fuel station. ‘I have NEVER seen lightning like this!’ I pointed up at the clouds glowing with the forces of nature. No thunder or rain, the sky was showing off with a silent light display. If you were inside at home, you’d have no idea of the spectacle taking place above you without the usual stormy companions.
‘It sure is a special sight,’ he agreed, gazing upwards. ‘We do see it a lot though, late at night in the distance. The open road makes it easier to see. Kind of a shame really, what people miss out on when in bed.’ I felt the smile creep across my cheeks. That’s what I always say. Well, to myself anyway. Nature is at its best at night. Moonlight, stars, the cooler breeze, and if you’re out and about, expect adventures.
Fuel began leaking from the pump and down my hand. I was so mesmerised, I almost forgot I was filling up. It didn’t matter. I was in the middle of the most beautiful road trip and the funny thing is, I was meant to be asleep in bed.
I’ve been on the road for some time now, and planned to get a nights sleep before continuing the drive. But I was restless. I brewed some tea, stared at my open suitcase on the floor, peered over at the bed. I moaned thinking how boring bed was going to be. And something told me to grab my toothbrush, zip up the suitcase and skip it altogether. I felt a sudden surge of joy zap through me like the lightning illuminating the sky. In no time, the car was packed and I was singing out aloud to James Blundell for good measure, as I drove through the country. Huge trucks were the only vehicles sharing the road with me and some honked their horns to say hello. (Or to tell me to get to bed like everyone else, I’m not sure.)
The trees stood out in silhouette, hauntingly beautiful with the backdrop of lightning, as if the Universe was releasing fireworks in the clouds just for me. I felt a sneaky little tear. Not many people know this about me, but I have actually travelled the open road extensively in the past. I witnessed some incredible sights on my travels, but nothing quite like this. For hours and hours the lightning played with the clouds, sometimes rolling from one cloud to another like a synchronised routine, other times lashing out and splitting the sky with bony fingers of blinding light. I felt so incredibly blessed to witness the magic. As well as the unforgettable light show, I was captivated by the enormous trucks on their overnight journeys with number plates different to ours. No plates identifying which State they come from, instead they read “Federal-Interstate.” I thought how great that would be, to belong to the entire country. Some trucks had what looked like a nightclub attached to them with flashing lights and even their giant wheels were decked out with twinkling bulbs. I pulled over at a rest stop and text my friend who works in the truck industry.
Hey there- sorry for the late night text. Just been driving the country, sharing the open road with giant trucks with what looks like a disco attached to them and thought of you! Just wanted to say hi and hope you’re doing well.
Almost instantly my phone beeped with a reply.
Hi. Yes, it’s a term known as ‘Night Bling’.
I laughed. A bit like myself! I replied, referring to my addiction to sparkly heels after dark.
You know what they do compared to the trucks without it? My friend wrote.
The same thing? I asked.
Exactly. If not, less. They spend tens of thousands extra on that stuff but it doesn’t do anything was his reply as another truck spruced up with ‘Night Bling’ blasted past me.
A bit like people I found myself typing.
Night Bling, I like that, I thought to myself as I veered back out onto the highway. Even the clouds had bling tonight. I suddenly realised I was not alone late at night when I couldn’t sleep. Whenever my insomnia would strike from now on, I would think of the dedicated drivers out on the road delivering goods to help the world go round. I usually thought about fellow funeral directors out on transfers caring for the dead (taking the deceased from place of death into the care of the funeral home 24 hours a day) but now I would also think of the hard working truckers so we can be fed and provide products to make our life easier. While most people slept, they worked- but I began to think they may have the best darn job in the world. (Besides a funeral director, of course.) They get to drive all night under lightning skies, listening to late night radio where the most interesting characters call in to take part in quiz shows. (Where I learned, I might add- the only fruit specifically mentioned in the story of Adam and Eve is Fig, referring to the fig leaf used for modesty.)
I was so grateful for my intuition in this moment. The “Phone call” from something bigger than I.
You see, there’s this thing I do. I can’t make an important decision on rational judgement alone. I don’t write a pros and cons list, ask my friends for advice or research products before buying. I rely on intuition. That’s right, I can safely say someone makes the decisions for me, and while I carry out the actions physically with my own arms and legs, it certainly isn’t me who governs them. Sometimes I come across crazy to those closest to me, but while I frighten the bejesus out of people with my ideas, these experiences enrich my life and make me the happiest little human on this planet.
But as soon as I got back in that car and witnessed the magic in the sky – the Cloud Bling – answers came to me and I blew a kiss to the heavens for making me… Me. Crazy little messy me, who never misses the phone call.