Dynamic earth

Dynamic Earth, beneath Salisbury Crags, Holyrood, Edinburgh

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

I am still a creation made of stardust

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Proportion

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… 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.

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Mist and gold

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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.

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A cloud of interests

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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.

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Contemplative pen

So, I am a pen –
apparently an object
incapable of

thought yet possessed of
ability to make marks
on paper that speak

of metaphor and
so I permit myself to
enquire from whence comes

imagination
that flows in my ink, from whence
and how, why and when? –

heady stuff for all
of us: women and men and
contemplative pen