Monday, November 29, 2010

Among The Lesser Blue Stars

Stardust in Aries (The Lesser Blue Stars)
Credit & Copyright: Alessandro Falesiedi
Explanation: This composition in stardust covers almost 2 degrees on the sky, close to the border of the zodiacal constellation Aries and the plane of our Milky Way Galaxy. At the lower right of the gorgeous skyscape is a dusty blue reflection nebula surrounding a bright star cataloged as van den Bergh 13 (vdB 13), about 1,000 light-years away. At that estimated distance, the cosmic canvas is over 30 light-years across. Also surrounded by scattered blue starlight, vdB 16 lies toward the upper left, while dark dusty nebulae sprawl across the scene. Near the edge of a large molecular cloud, they can hide newly formed stars and young stellar objects or protostars from prying optical telescopes. Collapsing due to self-gravity, the protostars form around dense cores embedded in the molecular cloud.

"Every time you don't follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness." - Shakti Gawain

"The arts must be considered an essential element of education... They are tools for living life reflectively, joyfully and with the ability to shape the future." - Shirley Trusty Corey

"If you look at life (only) one way, there is always cause for alarm." - Elizabeth Bowen (1899 - 1973)

"If you have made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance for you. What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down." - Mary Pickford (1893 - 1979)

Among The Lesser Blue Stars

On my route, heaven
bound, I heard you call me back
and I have come here
to breathe with you now.

It is no small feat, to sing
me home. I was far
among the lesser
blue stars, crossing comet-like,
all ice and gray snow.

September 9, 2009 12:58 PM


  1. Oh, thank you, how very elegant!!

  2. It's amazing how you say so much with so few words. It makes me wonder how many of my words are refuse. Listen more, speak less. Ahhhhh.

  3. But at other times, dear Annie, I am a veritable vomiting fount of words. When I was small my dad complained I talk too much and nothing has changed. I live alone but that doesn't stop me...I have long since decided that talking to myself is not bad, nor is answering myself. When three or more are speaking and I'm the only guy present, then we are in trouble.

    I especially hate the buzzards who talk to me at 3AM, perching where convenient to give me the vulture eye. There are often more than two of them and that is not amusing.


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