I am spending time looking at pictures of space and the planets and stars and stuff.
I suddenly remember a small ladybird book I had on constellations when I was a kid. It complimented my love of Greek mythology. I never had a clue how to find any of the stars.
This is unimportant. I find myself in a moment when all is coming together and so I pick up MacGregor's book again and start with ‘the beginnings of belief’.
it is one of those moments in life - so rare - when everything starts flowing in the same direction.
the book I remember I had as a child where constellations and mythology crossed paths