I’ve long been a fan of Chris Hadfield, a Canadian astronaut. He took his guitar onto the space station and favoured the world with a soulful rendition of David Bowie’s Space Oddity.
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do
I was just listening to a program on CBC Radio. Nicole Stott, a retired astronaut, was talking about space. She thinks that most of her fellow space travellers have a spiritual life. Something about seeing our little blue marble from the window of a spaceship. One astronaut, Edgar Mitchell, had a spiritual epiphany while flying back to Earth. As Nicole says, perhaps we should invite our political leaders to a space station vacation and see if a change in perspective rears its lovely head.
A few days ago, a Grade 6 girl, knowing of my reverence for Mr. Hadfield, lent me a book of his space photos. Such lovely images and such a lovely thing to do.
Something spacious is calling me and Chris seems to be an instrument of my freedom. There’s a loosening inside me, some epiphany of my own on the way. I’ll look out into the vastness and may be very surprised by what I see.
A walk beyond my personal ship beckons.