Starry, Starry Night
"... Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze ..."
Yes, as I sat out this weekend, underneath an absolutely glorius spring night-sky, I thought of those Don Mclean's lyrics, among other things. The night sky was just breath taking.
Stumbling out of the tent in the wee-hours of the morning, stumbling to find a tree to hang out behind to relive my aching bladder, I almost lost my balance just staring up at the stars. With very little light pollution the sky seemed jammed packed with a billion stars! Oh, how beautiful.
I so enjoyed two nights out camping. I'm always amazed at the people that won't camp, or say they hate camping. Unless you have a new-born, or are a family with special-needs, or are a senior-citizen, I DO NOT understand why anyone wouldn't like to camp -- at least in the spring and fall seasons. The weather could not have been more perfect -- it was pretty darn cold on Friday night, and yes, I didn't sleep very well, but last night it wasn't as cold, and I slept very, very well.
After stumbling in the dark for my "outhouse break", and staring at the stars, I almost couldn't go back to sleep. I listened at all the nightime sounds -- the river flowing downhill, people snoring in other tents, the wind, a Whipperwhill. It really dawned on me that no matter if people are conscious of it or not, people that like to camp enjoy it because it provides them with an opportunity to bask in the lap of Mother Nature. It's a time to be reconnected with the Earth, Nature, other people, our families, and ourSelves. It's such a wonderful thing to do!!!
As I drifted back off to sleep, all I could think of was the sweet blanket Mother Earth and Father Sky had provided me, of deep black-blue, decorated with billions of diamond stars upon it. I felt warm, safe, loved, and connected.
Yeah, it was a great weekend.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze ..."
Yes, as I sat out this weekend, underneath an absolutely glorius spring night-sky, I thought of those Don Mclean's lyrics, among other things. The night sky was just breath taking.
Stumbling out of the tent in the wee-hours of the morning, stumbling to find a tree to hang out behind to relive my aching bladder, I almost lost my balance just staring up at the stars. With very little light pollution the sky seemed jammed packed with a billion stars! Oh, how beautiful.
I so enjoyed two nights out camping. I'm always amazed at the people that won't camp, or say they hate camping. Unless you have a new-born, or are a family with special-needs, or are a senior-citizen, I DO NOT understand why anyone wouldn't like to camp -- at least in the spring and fall seasons. The weather could not have been more perfect -- it was pretty darn cold on Friday night, and yes, I didn't sleep very well, but last night it wasn't as cold, and I slept very, very well.
After stumbling in the dark for my "outhouse break", and staring at the stars, I almost couldn't go back to sleep. I listened at all the nightime sounds -- the river flowing downhill, people snoring in other tents, the wind, a Whipperwhill. It really dawned on me that no matter if people are conscious of it or not, people that like to camp enjoy it because it provides them with an opportunity to bask in the lap of Mother Nature. It's a time to be reconnected with the Earth, Nature, other people, our families, and ourSelves. It's such a wonderful thing to do!!!
As I drifted back off to sleep, all I could think of was the sweet blanket Mother Earth and Father Sky had provided me, of deep black-blue, decorated with billions of diamond stars upon it. I felt warm, safe, loved, and connected.
Yeah, it was a great weekend.
posted by Kestrel | 1:07 PM
2 Comments:
I love to camp, but Preston doesn't. He's the only Pagan I've ever met who doesn't like being outside. :eye rollage: And he has this irrational fear of bugs. It's kinda funny, but really sad, imho.
You will love Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind....the second time you watch it. The first time, it didn't make nearly as much sense as the second time.
Lovely blog.
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