It is ten in the evening and I have just had dinner. Sometimes going to get medicine for a little man’s chest infection puts insignificant things like dinner time way down on the list of priorities. Having dinner so late is just a minor part of a mis-synchronisation I have been feeling over the last few days. Yesterday I arrived back into my home time zone from a ski trip. I set my clocks back an hour after having moved them forward the day before due to the spring leap forward of summer time, then I let the plane and coach journeys drift through me.
This morning I did not know where, or when, I was. I woke up thinking I was in Norway and began to think about the day ahead on the mountain. Then I mentally shook off the sleepiness and reminded myself that I was at the cottage and ready to go to school. Sidereal time helps the readjustment. The clockwork of the sun moon and stars helps me relax into real time, not watches, clocks and mobile phones.
a moment captured before going off-piste
I am glad, and surprised, to say that the stars did not feel like home in Norway. The trip and the experience were amazing, and the chance of a lifetime. I am not saying that I felt out of place, it is just interesting that the stars were positioned differently and were an unexpected extra experience to be enjoyed. The pole star and its turning companions were slightly shifted, being higher in the sky and out of there usual tilted seat.
the Norwegian jupiter, venus and moon on Saturday evening
The moon was no different though, it was a reminder of the steadiness of this turning world. It is this sidereal time that I try to set my internal clock to.
jupiter, venus and the moon last night at the cottage