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I was wandering happily through Cardiff the other day, when I saw Orion in the sky and pointed it out to my boy excitedly. He said that it was just a bunch of dots and that it looks nothing like a man, and of course he's right... but this is sort of not the point.
Think of stars themselves. The Thing is: a star. A ball of gas burning billions of miles away (ten points for quote-spotting). But the idea of the thing is "like a diamond in the sky", a small twinkling jewel that children make wishes on.
There's a huge gap between what something actually is, and what the idea of it is.
So yeah, Orion is technically a bunch of dots, or literally several balls of flaming gas, but it's more than that to me. It's a legend about a hunter immortalised in the skies; it's a symbol of my slightly superstitious tendencies; it's a reminder that God's still there and hasn't left me alone. And it's just pretty.
I've been agonising over finding accommodation for university for a while, so it was blissfully relieving to find the right place first try. I have a place to live! Brilliant! I am (I know) a very, very lucky girl.
I'm not superstitious about the number 52, my subconscious just always seems to pick it out of a lineup. I'm always noticing it on license plates, house numbers and so forth. On the train up to Cardiff, I sat in a random seat and later noticed it was number 52. My brain really needs to stop doing that!
It would be silly to claim that my life is ruled by coincidence. But it is interesting that, on my first day in Cardiff, I bumped into Dave. A few of you will know Dave; he's doing a gap year in Wales and just happened to be passing through the park while I was out with my boy. So that was nice, and I had hugs!
So, life continues strange but wonderful, long may the slightly baffling magic continue! More detail to come no doubt.
