I love a rocket launch. Every one is audacious and hopeful, an apical expression of human curiosity and ingenuity, another step in the ultimate adventure. Looked at another way, we are all made from the same stuff as the planets and stars, so maybe we are only returning home to find ourselves.
This is a Delta IV Heavy rocket with the Parker Solar Probe, headed for the Sun. It’s not easy to get to the Sun, as evidenced by every object that has had five billion years to fall into it and hasn’t, including us. Orbital mechanics aside, my phone doesn’t work if I leave it in my truck on a hot day. How do you get the world’s most sensitive instruments to function in the corona of the Sun?
A solar probe was one of NASA’s founding missions in 1958 and it just launched yesterday. My son’s name is on a memory chip inside it. We watched the launch together and it occurred to me that we probably don’t have 60 years to work on something together. We’ll have to do the best we can with what we’ve got.
Raising a child is another exercise in audacity and hope, and every birth is like a rocket launch- they happen all the time yet they never seem ordinary. The forces involved are tremendous and intoxicating. I have to say, a rocket launch is somewhat less exciting than the birth of my child but it is an intoxicant that I can share with this miracle who looks like me.
Simply posting this little musing is part of my dream to write and connect with people who enjoy my writing. After eighteen years of touring, it still gives me a thrill to hit the return key.
What are you doing that is audacious today? Do you remember what you wanted to do when you first began to dream? Is it still important to you?
P.S. I’m leading two weekends of the Online Songwriting Retreat- August 17-19 and 24-26. Sign up today at onlinesongwritingretreat.com and let’s write like we dreamed we would!
(Image credit: NASA - National Aeronautics and Space Administration)