Astronomical Spring 2021 started on Friday, and while clearly no-one has told the weather that, I’m happy to welcome her here. The Pagan fertility festival officially starts on Friday 2nd April, although what that means for school calendars in 2021, I have no idea.
I can’t believe it’s still not quite a year since the ‘official’ start of the first UK lock-down on 23rd March 2020. People keep saying that time has lost all meaning… but time only has the meaning that you apply to it, anything beyond the universal inevitability of entropy, anyway. Time is a social construct. Sundials may have been with us since almost the beginning, but mechanical clocks are only about 700 years old, and the US didn’t have a national time system until 1883, at the behest of the railroads. Individual cities just kept their own time.
‘Worlds’ as we know them are created and die with the ebb and flow of relationships. My Wife nearly died before I met her. The world I know and love never would have existed. But, when it was really bleak, and it looked like she wouldn’t make it, her mum went to the stream where they often used to walk the dogs together, just to remind herself that no matter what happened, this would still be here, and so would all their memories.
I thought about that recently when I took my own dog for a walk on the Malvern Hills. It’s all too easy to forget that this is on my doorstep:
Even geological time is the blink of an eye to the universe.
Days, seasons, years, pandemics, worlds… there’s always another one starting or ending. Nothing is permanent.
Bit deep for a ‘film blog’, I know, but hey.
See you again soon!
