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mckitterick Apr. 28th, 2007 11:33 pm)
mckitterick Apr. 28th, 2007 11:33 pm)This is stunning:
Astronomy is the one thing that consistently soothes me, comforts me, stimulates my imagination, stirs my sense of the numinous.
I post these to share that with you, my friends. I hope you feel some of that, too.
When I was a boy, my first love was the sky. Our first nights together went like this: I would set my alarm to go off at two in the morning so I could lug my telescope out of the garage (where it was cooling) into the Minnesota winter night. I would haul this thing - 80 pounds of cast aluminum and Pyrex glass and white-painted fiberglas - hundreds of yards through knee-deep snow into a truly dark area where I would set up and observe until the mirrors frosted over or the sun rose, whichever came first. These meetings were my greatest joy - a quiet joy, with very little laughing aloud, though I did smile and sigh and, yes, sometimes laugh alone in the dark, far from the lights of home and miles from town. For a long time, that was my only joy.
I've had several loves since, but none has remained in my heart for quite so long as the night sky. Our trysts are rarer now than when we first met, but we drop right into the heat of things as soon as we embrace.
Hugs,
Chris
Astronomy is the one thing that consistently soothes me, comforts me, stimulates my imagination, stirs my sense of the numinous.
I post these to share that with you, my friends. I hope you feel some of that, too.
When I was a boy, my first love was the sky. Our first nights together went like this: I would set my alarm to go off at two in the morning so I could lug my telescope out of the garage (where it was cooling) into the Minnesota winter night. I would haul this thing - 80 pounds of cast aluminum and Pyrex glass and white-painted fiberglas - hundreds of yards through knee-deep snow into a truly dark area where I would set up and observe until the mirrors frosted over or the sun rose, whichever came first. These meetings were my greatest joy - a quiet joy, with very little laughing aloud, though I did smile and sigh and, yes, sometimes laugh alone in the dark, far from the lights of home and miles from town. For a long time, that was my only joy.
I've had several loves since, but none has remained in my heart for quite so long as the night sky. Our trysts are rarer now than when we first met, but we drop right into the heat of things as soon as we embrace.
Hugs,
Chris
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8-)
I so understand that. I've edited this post in response.
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Is your home in the country and/or do you have a favorite stargazing spot nearby? Omaha isn't far from Lawrence and perhaps someday you could arrange a stargazing party. Not only that, but I'd finally get to meet you! (That is, if you're willing to publicly share your love affair. That may be illegal in Kansas...)
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Yes, adult life drags us away from indulging our passions. That seems absurd now that I think of it. I mean, what's the point of doing adult stuff like work and responsible things if we do not do the things that make us feel alive? Even though it's a gorgeous clear night lit with an almost-full Moon, I was about to get back to grading. But thanks to you, I'm instead going outside for some quality time with our lady Luna.
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Well, maybe one other.
But really.
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