I confess. I love the sky. Even when I was a very small child I would lay on the lawn in our front yard at night, listen to Howard and Ron playing basketball while Cheryl and I looked up at the huge desert night sky, this huge expanse of black stillness littered with millions of stars. I was certain that if I looked long and hard enough, I would find a magical star that could be pushed that would open up a small trap door for me to go through, letting me in to the “other” side of my worldly existence.
I still look. Each August I take a group up the Tympooneke trailhead just as Perseids is at its height, and we will either hike all the way up to the top of Timpanogos (in the dark, mind you), or we will only go up partway, throw down blankets in an open meadow, and watch the shooting stars go off like fireworks. It is exhilerating, relaxing and the quickest way I know of connecting oneself with the universe.
Utah doesn’t have quite the sunrises/sunsets, but there have been some unusually nice ones lately. I took a few pics of them. Last week we were also pleasured with a quick monsoon lightning storm and I was lucky to manage a shot of one of these lightning zaps as it peppered the northwestern sky.
It’s an attitude approach to life, I am convinced of it. There are some people who look straight, putting their shoulder to the wheel and getting on with the pragmatic aspects of life. And then there are those who are always looking upward, wanting, searching for answers and explanations and opting to delight in the mystique of our cosmos. I’ve not made it a secret that I am quite pantheistic at heart, finding and revitilizing my spiritual self through nature. I’m a big proponent of doing so. We may not always get the answers of life, but we can certainly tap into our self and our relationship with the world around us by partaking of nature’s beauties. And I will always recommend getting the best birds eye view of the question by fixing ones eye on the skies above.
Here are pictures of more sunsets taken over the past two weeks.
Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us – many days, many nights of stars.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh