Let the worries be quietened let the gladness be celebrated let every dream inside me find its path and dance purposefully joyfully, toward this world
I have a story I have never told: once, when I was dreaming I looked up at the firmament and saw the vastness and knew I was a creation made of stardust
… it was deliberately chosen because it’s a dull, uninteresting piece of sky
Professor Brian Cox on the subject of the Hubble Telescope’s ’Deep Field’ photograph
Dull and uninteresting, it was once thought. ‘A tiny patch of sky.’ Yet it turns out that this image has captured more than 10,000 ‘blobs’ of light which are actually galaxies, and each galaxy, Professor Cox tells us, ‘contains what? Around one hundred thousand million stars.’
Quite often, upon returning home from an evening out somewhere, I’ll make a hot drink and sit down to an hour or so’s quietness – a bit of time to reflect, a check on email, a bit of scrolling, and perhaps to learn a thing or two. And so, tonight, in the course of relaxed accident, I came across a couple of reflections on Hubble’s ‘Deep Field.’
It’s a bit late at night to even begin to process the space around 100,000 million stars. I doubt that morning freshness will help much with the revelation either. But, heading for my bed, past midnight, I’m struck by what a privilege it is to be alive at such a time of discovery and reach. Struck too, and inspired, by invitation from an ever-expanding universe, to try to maintain some sense of perspective and proportion about our human condition, here on our little planet, a mere 8000 miles in diameter, with its little walls and insistences about ‘sovereignties’ and ‘facts.’ Perspective and proportion that, in the course of time, and perhaps beyond time, may quieten grandiose, human notions about our ‘greatness’ (past, present or ‘again’) – in the known presence of proportions and reach vastly greater than our present ability fully to measure, or to comprehend.
We’re living in tumultuous times – pretty much wherever we live. All of us do well to spend at least some time each day focusing on things that bring us joy, and that has always been the chief intention of this very personal blog. Autumn in Edinburgh – mist and blown gold today – affords daily opportunity to practice that intention.
Laid low by a tummy bug and intense headache throughout today, the slowing to a painful halt magnified the simple gifts of tentative sips of water, and of perspective.
There wasn’t time enough for all the wonderful things I could think of to do
in a single day. Patience comes to the bones before it takes root in the heart
as another good idea. I say this as I stand in the woods
and study the patterns of the moon shadows, or stroll down into the waters
that now, late summer, have also caught the fever, and hardly move from one eternity to another.
Mary Oliver From ‘Patience’ New and Selected Poems Volume Two
Happy September! I’m having a quiet evening and feeling peaceful and mellow.
I’ve been thinking, too, about my automatically generated ‘tag cloud’ here, and of how it gives a pretty good account of some of my chief interests … inner life, contemplation, Edinburgh, poetry …
Autumn and winter will be warmed by an array of interests and occupations like these.