Anita’s Journey to the Planets ~The Spiral Galaxy

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We live on the edge of a wonderful spiral galaxy.

The Milky Way, a remarkable sight, a special band of light.

But beware, there are dark regions within the bands of light where interstellar dust blocks the light of distant stars.

The area of sky that the Milky Way obscures is called the Zone of Avoidance. A place I have no wish to visit. Neither do I wish to get close to the black hole in the centre of our spiral galaxy. I have no wish to touch upon the dark matter that hides from our sunlight either.

The dark matter halo does appeal to my sense of wonder, but I cannot go there for it is time to move on.

I would have liked to visit Andromeda, for that name has long fascinated me. Alas, it is time to go home and Andromeda will have to wait until next time.

It is time to go back to our Blue Planet.

I look back towards our galaxy, the Milky Way, high enough to see the pregnant bulge, her arms moving through space, gathering more stars to her heart. I feel giddy as I watch this amazing galaxy with its giant halo spinning wild like a giant cowboys lasso.

Here my journey ends, I am back on Terra Firma, wondering what adventure I can choose next…

Thank you to everyone who journeyed with me! 

 

 

Anita’s Journey to the Planets ~ Saturn

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Saturn

 

 

Saturn is said to be the Titan, the old God, and father of Jupiter who took over as the King of the Gods, leaving his son, the Bringer of Old Age, almost forgotten.

Maybe it was just time for a new King.

Many old Kings work from behind, unseen. Pushing the new King onward.

Saturn lives within its wondrous rings of ice and rocks. From a distance, they look so much like diamonds in the night sky. A wonderfully jewelled ring, much too large for my finger.

I wish I could take a small piece of Saturn’s rock with me on my journey, to put on my mantelpiece, a constant reminder of this wonderful Universe.

Time for me to move on, but I can hardly bear to look back at Saturn and its moons. To leave such wonder breaks my heart, but it is time to meet Uranus…

Join me tomorrow on my journey to Uranus, the magician?

Anita’s Journey to the Planets ~ Jupiter

 

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Jupiter

 

Jupiter, the Bringer of Joy.

This majestic Planet is the largest in our Solar System. To protect our Earth he constantly suffers collisions from large debris, leaving great wounds on its surface. A father figure looking out for his children, keeping us safe from those giant rocks that like to run amok around the Universe. Reminds me of a Grandfather, but at the same time, it has a beautiful orange spot, a massive angry storm. Can we really blame Jupiter for showing us his emotions?

I remember watching a television programme about when Jupiter took one more wound on our behalf. That poignant moment stayed with me for weeks…

As I leave Jupiter, I am reminded that beauty comes in many forms as I watch the rotational orange storm. I feel a chill, yet I am leaving with a great sense of awe as I head towards Saturn…

Join me tomorrow for the next stop on my Journey, Saturn?

 

 

Anita’s Journey to the Planets ~ Venus

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Venus

 

 

Our cool blue sister Planet, our Morning Star.

Her true face hidden by opaque layers of cloud and sulphuric acid.

This doesn’t sound too pleasant for the Goddess of Love.

What lies beneath her shimmering clouds?

What secrets does she hide?

So often, the true face of love goes unrecognised in the daily grind.

How many of us have let go of that one person that should have stayed in our lives? What of those small acts of love we so often brush aside in our hurry to get on with our day.

Would that we could put love in a bottle and keep it with us. Spray it on our wrists in times of stress.  A new kind of Rescue Remedy?

Times up, Mercury is calling me…

As I look back towards Venus, our closet Planet, I feel her blue shimmer reach for me, reminding me that love is a lot closer than we think…

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Join me tomorrow on my journey to Mercury?

 

 

 

Anita’s Journey to the Planets ~ Mars

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Mars

 

 

I was born under the star sign of Mars, our Red Planet.

My firstborn, a daughter, my husband too, all born under the Planet of War.

Three hotheads in one family, can you imagine the heat?

Yet when I think of Mars, I am reminded of Rome and the Gladiators. The giant arena, the Tigers and the blood spilling red. So many people baying for more death, more bloodshed. The sand on the arena floor now the same colour as the dusty red surface of Mars.

I am reminded of the saying, “As above, so below…”

It is hardly surprising that some people think we originally came from Mars, as we all have a war-like tendency from time to time, no matter what star we were born under.

It is almost time for me to move on, but I will linger a few minutes longer, bathing in the warm red glow of Mars.

I look back at the red Planet receding behind me and head towards Venus…

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Join me tomorrow for my journey to Venus?

Anita’s Journey to The Planets ~ Earth

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Our Earth

 

 

I will start my journey on Earth because this is where we all live.

Our wonderful Planet swims on the edge of the Milky Way like a newborn waiting for mother’s milk.

We live on this magic ball, spinning on its axle like a trapeze artist.

On occasion, there is a wobble, and I often wonder if this wobble coincides with those wobbly moments in my own life. Like any good trapeze artist, I re balance and stay on course.

There are too many beautiful things to see and do, so many beaches to visit, warm seas to swim in and beautiful sunsets that should never be missed.

So many people to converse with and learn their way of life.

Long may our Earth continue to spin in our spiral Galaxy.

I am off now, to see what I can find in this perfect alignment…

As I look back towards Earth, I see the Northern Lights and my soul is baptised by the glorious colours of the dancing river of lights…

I am now heading towards Mars… Please join me on my journey tomorrow ?

Anita Dawes

Lightning…

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Lightning

Pure energy. Raw, angry, flashing across the night sky

Like a child throwing its toys from the pram

Lightning cannot be held, not even in a bottle.

I feel it in me, a part of me, the anger

Pouring blue lightning from my fingertips

That beautiful flash of sky painting

Gone in a millisecond.

Yet the image remains on the back of my eyes

A moment longer. A memory for me to keep.

I feel energised, ready to take on anything.

The storm continues

Painting pictures across the black clouds

Veins from a dying leaf

Roots from a dead tree

Finely feathered fingers of a butterfly’s wing.

All this magic from two clouds colliding energy

Drawn from Earth, meets that from above

Thunder like the beat of a thousand drums

Fills my body with pure sound.

After the storm, magic can still be found

In the silence that remains…

Anita Dawes

Skating on Thin Ice!

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I have been playing hooky from the housework and my writing, and I don’t feel at all guilty. After the week I’ve just had, I deserve some time out.

How many of you know that the Winter Olympics are going on somewhere in the world? Or that this includes ice skating?

I heard about it last weekend and resolved to try to catch some of it. Not that this easy to do, for they never show enough of it on UK channels. You have to track it down on these weird foreign sports channels and put up with some peculiar screening methods. But for me, a lifelong fan, any inconvenience is worth it for just 30 minutes viewing.

In my youth, I used to skate. First on roller skates and then ice skates. As I watched Yuzuru Hanyu, a brilliant young Japanese skater perform one of the best routines I have ever seen last night, I was transported right back to when I first ventured out onto the ice. I could feel again the distinctive chill that permeates through any amount of your clothing and the sound of the blades as they slice across the ice. Along with the terrifying knowledge that if you fall over, it will hurt.  A lot.

I was never very good at it, but in my heart, I would still like to be. The way I still want to be able to play the piano. These things, these desires have not diminished with age. They live inside me and somewhere in there, it feels as though I can actually do it.

Some professional skaters, in their search for excellence and faultless programmes, end up like robots, devoid of any style and character, and quite boring to watch.

But every now and then, one will rise above them, bringing joy to their devoted followers.

The young Japanese skater I was watching was absolutely brilliant, graceful, elegant, and so exciting to watch. The elation on his face when he came to the end of his programme was clear to see, along with his emotion at knowing he had surpassed everyone’s expectations, including his own.

There were tears in my eyes by then and also in his. It was as though we had shared the moment, and in a way, I suppose we had.

Next week, with a bit of luck, I will be watching the female skaters as they strive for perfection too…

 

My Hero…

I first watched Jack Nicholson in the film “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” and vividly remember being instantly struck by his boyish and slightly naughty charms. He is one of those people who can convey so much emotion and feeling with just one raised eyebrow, not to mention the wicked gleam in his eyes.

Over the years, I have watched him in awe in so many different roles. Sadly frustrated in “Terms of Endearment” with Shirley Maclaine and the comical devil in “Witches of Eastwick.” He played the maniacal hotel caretaker in “The Shining and the grumpy obsessive-compulsive writer in “As Good as it Gets.”

The other day I watched him in “The Bucket List” with Morgan Freeman. Old and not as attractive these days, but the charm was still there if you looked hard enough.

Jack was fascinated by the actor Marlon Brando, watching the film “On the Waterfront” over forty times, studying the method acting style Brando professed to have invented. This surely had an impact on Jack’s development as an actor. If proof were needed, and certainly not by me, Jack has 12 Academy Nominations to his name.

I don’t know much about his personal life, although I suspected it hadn’t been a rose garden. I have since learned that his life almost mirrored my own. No father on the scene, Nicholson was his mother’s name. His ‘sister,’ who was in fact, his Irish mother, brought him up. Regarded as the class clown in High School, he had detention every day for a year. And one failed marriage, yet several children by other women.

He has said that he attributes his eccentricity to being born on the cusp, the point where two star signs meet, on April 22nd, 1937. They say this gives you the characteristics of both astrological signs, and I think the mixture of Aries and Taurus would indeed produce someone like Jack Nicholson.

He is 80 this year, just a few years older than I am. I wonder how he is faring in his old age, for he looks lonely sometimes. Is he still searching for that special someone, or has he resigned himself to remain alone.  Like myself, he has been branded ‘difficult to live with,’ but maybe we would have got along just fine…

“Nicholson is the Hollywood celebrity who is most like a character in some ongoing novel of our times. He is also the most beloved of stars—not even his huge wealth, his reckless aging, and the public disasters of his private life can detract from this…For he is still a touchstone, someone we value for the way he helps us see ourselves.”        David Thomson, film critic.[53]