When I drive to Pt. Reyes I go up over the mountain, down to Stinson, along the Bolinas Lagoon, and this time of year past hills of gold to Pt. Reyes Station, and then out to Inverness. The bookstore in Pt. Reyes is pure delight. I brought three books and a Kindle but just in case, three more enter my life: Wanderers: A History of Women Walking, In Praise of Walking, and The Unwinding and Other Dreamings. I branched between four books last night even as I was entranced with and embraced in the landscape, the land of the Coast Miwok, the land where the native people welcomed Drake, not knowing what was to come.
Now, early morning, still dark, I warm by a fire and contemplate what we’re seeing from the James Webb telescope. Perhaps it’s like when people realized the earth went around the sun. We’re drawn back into time, time as one with now. Surely this will expand our vision to this communal living we share.
If you held a grain of sand up to the sky at arm’s length, that tiny speck is the size of Webb’s view in this image. Imagine—galaxies galore within a grain …
—NASA Webb Telescope’s Twitter account