Of telescopes and potatoes

I went to Vangani on Saturday night. That is all that I can say about my visit to an astronomy camp without sounding like I got a massive blow to my soul. Because I did.
It happend when I saw the Gateway to the Heavens, between Castor and Pollux from Gemini and Canis Minor.
Can you imagine that?
Can you?
Every planet in our solar system, makes its way through the Gateway, while orbiting through the Sun.
My mind boggles at everything that planets do. including moving along.
Which is something I desperately need to learn. I have been waiting for my life to begin, without realising that it already has. Quite a few years ago.
The other thing that I must try to describe, is what I felt when I saw those shooting stars. How does one continue to breathe?
I must admit though that the telescopes were slightly disappointing. But, what I shall never forget is the very sight of Orion, which is the name of the pointy arrow that I would see every night.
I knew I should be careful and not feel low about the many things that manage to break me, but how could I not sit and cry, when I finally found the name. Tears of what? happiness? ecstasy? because I am sure it isnt sadness, unless it is sadness so deep that it comes from some other part deep inside me.
So, I said ello to Orion, I waved a weak hand towards Gemini, I marvelled at the exquisite shape that Scorpio makes and from someone I got a whiff of a particular perfume I was hoping I would never smell again.
I am glad I went and saw. Of course it made me feel small and insignificant, but more than that it hurt me so bad, that now I am fine again.