This is the month to watch The Pleiades, especially from the 10th to the 14th in my little corner of this big, blue marble, spinning, spinning in its place.
So, yesterday, we napped mightily and snuck out to Hillman Marsh around 2ish to set up “camp”. No sooner was I out of the car, but zing! As I lifted my head to put on my bug shirt, a huge shooting star flew over and shouted, “Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you to show up.”
We were treated to a lovely show.
Surprisingly, I actually found the Pleiades star cluster (also known as the Seven Sisters) in the sky and soaked up their bright luminescence.
For southern Ontario the sky was pretty dark – even with a half moon. And we lost count of the shooting stars. A guesstimation would be well over three dozen, some brighter, longer lasting, more colourful than others. But all were welcome sights that soothed my worries and calmed any sense of misperceived hardship. Even today, I am processing the wonder of such a mystery laid before me. How blessed I am…
And I was reminded of an old snippet of a poem.
“I have loved the
STARS
too fondly,
to be
fearful of the
NIGHT.”
Sarah Williams
Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse, “The Old Astronomer to his pupil.”
My question to you is, what about the summer sky makes your heart sing?
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In deep time you hear old old music emanating from beyond those stars, then beyond those stars…
It was a deeply moving time…and stars beyond stars beyond stars.