Lately my hubby got into the hobby of watching the stars. He bought an expensive skywatcher reflector telescope. He is like a chook without head, lost in space. He doesn’t know what he is looking for.
Eight years ago we built our pergolas with a special cubby house on top of it. At that time I asked to have a sliding roof so we could watch the stars up high but I got rejected because it costed too much. Now he washed and repainted the cubby house and wants to make the roof slide. He said he will make it happen. What he wants to get out from gazing at the stars, I don’t really know. I am not sure whether he wants to see the beauty of the planets, moon and stars or he wants to find some answers about his mid-life crisis. All he needs is a planisphere to help him get around.
I love staring into the sky whether it is at night or during day time. My mother used to watch the evening sky with me. She pointed to some of the stars and said: “This is the ruler in the heaven. It rules good and bad. That is the star which tells you the direction when you get lost. Those stars are the cow boy and weave girl, so on and so on.” She also told me the beautiful girl with a rabbit who lives on the moon. Every time I gaze at the sky, I will look for all these stars that my mother told me. She also taught me how to tell the weather by watching the moon and clouds. There are so many stories about the stars and the moon from my mother.
I used to fall into sky fantasies with my son when he was little. We read all the books from his school and local libraries about astronomy. My son was only four at that time and he knew all the planets and their characteristics. I remembered at that time there was an article in the Advertiser about a black hole on a flat plane. He had a great debate with us that black holes could not be flat. He had his own theory. He often told me he would build a spaceship to take me to space, visit some galaxies, may be to Mars but never Jupiter or Venus because its intoxicated with poisonous gasses. There was once at Wilpena Pound, my son and I climbed up to a hill before 5am. We sat on top of the hill with a sleeping bag wrapped around us. We could only hear the wind whispering and a symphony of rippling sounds from the inhabitants of the wilderness. Both of us were gazing at the sky. I told him all the stories that my mother told me about the stars. We went back to our tent after we watched the sunrise. It was one of the most enjoyable moments in my life. Another great time that my family and I had was at Arkaroola. We had a bonfire, roasted marshmallows and hot chocolate. The stars were much brighter at Arkaroola and they seemed so close to the earth. I can’t find the same feeling when I watch the stars in suburban Adelaide.
I don’t like to look at the stars with a pack of people especially with the astronomy club. I like to watch it with my love ones, relaxed and let my imagination run wild. The more I watch the stars the more I feel small. Years ago my GP told me I am a universe. It took me years to realise what he meant by ‘I am myself is a universe’. As I grow older, my interest of watching the stars has phased out but if I go into the wild again then this will be a different story.
Eight years ago we built our pergolas with a special cubby house on top of it. At that time I asked to have a sliding roof so we could watch the stars up high but I got rejected because it costed too much. Now he washed and repainted the cubby house and wants to make the roof slide. He said he will make it happen. What he wants to get out from gazing at the stars, I don’t really know. I am not sure whether he wants to see the beauty of the planets, moon and stars or he wants to find some answers about his mid-life crisis. All he needs is a planisphere to help him get around.
I love staring into the sky whether it is at night or during day time. My mother used to watch the evening sky with me. She pointed to some of the stars and said: “This is the ruler in the heaven. It rules good and bad. That is the star which tells you the direction when you get lost. Those stars are the cow boy and weave girl, so on and so on.” She also told me the beautiful girl with a rabbit who lives on the moon. Every time I gaze at the sky, I will look for all these stars that my mother told me. She also taught me how to tell the weather by watching the moon and clouds. There are so many stories about the stars and the moon from my mother.
I used to fall into sky fantasies with my son when he was little. We read all the books from his school and local libraries about astronomy. My son was only four at that time and he knew all the planets and their characteristics. I remembered at that time there was an article in the Advertiser about a black hole on a flat plane. He had a great debate with us that black holes could not be flat. He had his own theory. He often told me he would build a spaceship to take me to space, visit some galaxies, may be to Mars but never Jupiter or Venus because its intoxicated with poisonous gasses. There was once at Wilpena Pound, my son and I climbed up to a hill before 5am. We sat on top of the hill with a sleeping bag wrapped around us. We could only hear the wind whispering and a symphony of rippling sounds from the inhabitants of the wilderness. Both of us were gazing at the sky. I told him all the stories that my mother told me about the stars. We went back to our tent after we watched the sunrise. It was one of the most enjoyable moments in my life. Another great time that my family and I had was at Arkaroola. We had a bonfire, roasted marshmallows and hot chocolate. The stars were much brighter at Arkaroola and they seemed so close to the earth. I can’t find the same feeling when I watch the stars in suburban Adelaide.
I don’t like to look at the stars with a pack of people especially with the astronomy club. I like to watch it with my love ones, relaxed and let my imagination run wild. The more I watch the stars the more I feel small. Years ago my GP told me I am a universe. It took me years to realise what he meant by ‘I am myself is a universe’. As I grow older, my interest of watching the stars has phased out but if I go into the wild again then this will be a different story.
