Looking at Storms, Icebergs, and The Night Sky
In the weeks since the eclipse, and in the days after the Sun–Neptune conjunction, life has felt quieter, less loud. Not diminished. Just less saturated. In this period of threshold energy, I have noticed: Ideas being lived rather than planned. Patterns weaving silently beneath the chatter. The body signalling readiness before the mind speaks. Creative work waiting for internal alignment. Since the rain paused for a few nights, I have been sitting on the deck chair in the back veranda, looking up. The sky is clearer than it has been in months. There is something stabilizing about constellations. They do not perform. They do not persuade. They do not trend. They simply remain in relation to one another across vast time scales. The mind recalibrates when it remembers that. This week, a new high-resolution image of the Milky Way was released, revealing structural detail that was previously unresolved — filaments, dust lanes, luminous clusters mapped with aston...
