A Slice of Sky

Sir William Herschel CD cover

Link to iTunes for a sample

As soon as I discovered William Herschel’s music and bio on KBAQ, I wanted to adopt the man as an honorary ancestor.

William Herschel (Friedrich Wilhelm Herschel) professional musician and composer, is better known for inventing a telescope, naming asteroids, and discovering hundreds of fascinations including Uranus and infrared sunlight. He’s an honorary ancestor because–as we speak–my composer son is teaching his astronomer brother to play the saxophone.

Besides Herschel’s brilliant combination of talents, these things also impress me:

  • He had a partner: his astronomer sister, Caroline, the comet-tracker.
  • He ground lenses, improved telescope design, and supplied other astronomers with their tools of the trade.
  • His pattern of observation seems backwards to modern me.
Wilhelm Herschel, German-British astronomer.

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Nowadays, we use clock-driven telescopes to track objects across the sky. In Herschel’s day, the telescope remained stationary, as the observer measured whatever crossed that line of sight. Peggy Taylor and Sara Saey, contributors to the Herschel 400 List, describe this method: “Since Herschel had to stand on a ladder to do his observing, he would call out descriptions of whatever he saw of interest to his sister Caroline at the foot of the ladder. She would then record the information and time. By using this method he was able to observe objects in a thin east-west strip of sky. As the nights progressed, he would change the position of the telescope to an elevation higher or lower than the previous night. This enabled him to observe another strip of sky. They eventually were able to observe all the sky visible in Great Britain” (Astroleague.org).

When I think of observing the sky one slice at a time, I marvel that anyone could put that puzzle together. And then I realize it might be more accurate to note seemingly unrelated specks, with no personal guessing to detract from pure observation. Modern astronomy would be easier for a global-to-specific learner, but the older ways might work best for the detail-to-big-picture sort of mind.

Sometimes in writing, you track a known object across the sky of your understanding. Other times, you watch the sky one slice at a time. You patiently collect the data until you can explain the predictable, or point to the phenomenal. As in astronomy, it can take a lifetime to put the puzzle together. And there will still be more to say.

See also the BBC on Herschel.

The Herschel Museum of Astronomy

Text © Gwyn Nichols 2010

Why Post Daily?

If you journal only sporadically, or monthly, or weekly, you’re tempted to be significant or profound–or silent. I’d been at that for years when I heard a Sunday School teacher compare scripture study to manna, saying you need your daily bread every day, and it doesn’t keep. Great–I had that habit covered.

Then my inner teacher butted in: “Are you ready to journal every day?”

Uh-oh. It took me hours on Sundays to catch up every week. How could I do that daily? But I accepted the order–I mean, invitation.

Daily writing is easier. Memory is clearer, event list is shorter, being present (rather than caught in past or future) is more likely, pressure to pontificate is off. Later I worked through Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way with her Morning Pages practice: three pages of stream of consciousness before you’re totally awake. It’s not writing; it’s brain drain. If you’re remembering laundry, that’s recorded for posterity. (Lucky them.) Once your drive to be poetic is thwarted, the real thing has a better chance of showing up.

Daily blogging is working! Instead of waiting to be inspired, I just do it. I go both deeper and broader–more personal and wider in topic range. And what do readers like best? Those beat-the-deadline-just-because entries. We can all identify.

Posting daily is a small way to put my own practice first, even when deeply immersed in the writing of others. It keeps my antennae tuned for ideas all day. And it exercises those courage muscles. Hey, I just showed you another rough draft. What other brave things shall I do today?

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I enjoyed this Related Article: Tony Hoagland on his experience with Fiction Fridays: Rule #1. You must write. (WriteAnything.Wordpress.com)

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“Good Job!”

In church last Sunday, my pianist son played a mellow duet improv with cellist friend Ken. It was gentle and healing, both worship and blessing. Usually, I listen as a mother, holding my breath, holding him up. (Alright, already. He’s legally an adult, and we both survived a couple of years of separation.) This time, for my sake more than his, I chose to receive it only. I’m glad I didn’t miss it.

Afterward, the congregation was silent, as is our tradition, quietly absorbing the gift. And then our toddler friend Elliot called out from behind me, “Good job! Good job!” I’ve been smiling about Elliot all week: his joy, his approval, his generosity. Can we be like that again? Can we become as a little child?