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by Stavros

If after death is the same as before death, our life is bookended by nothingness.
If we live to 84, our blink of time is like a night fly’s compared to the age of the Earth.
And yet, within this blink, within this grain-of-sand body — infinite worlds unfold.

Perhaps by going within, we begin to see: the nothingness is the All.
The All is the One.

This blog began as a place to explore what arises on the inside — while walking, sky-gazing, listening to silence, or simply dipping a biscuit into tea.
It holds stories, songs, musings, photographs, memories of activism, astrological reflections, and sometimes just “stuff I like.”

I walk daily along the banks of the Hunter River and the floodplain. I take photos with my phone — a Samsung passed down from others — and I share many of these images on my Twitter (X) account https://x.com/dodona777. You’ll also find them here.

Often, my walk becomes a meditation.
My breath, the touch of wind, the distant birdsong — all become companions. The “monkey mind” is still there, of course, climbing around inside my skull. But the slow walk softens its chatter, like a shadow puppet at the edges of my awareness.

A journey doesn’t have to be across oceans. It can happen from lounge to kitchen. It can happen by looking up at the Milky Way or by reading a birth chart.


All are acts of star gazing.

What is Star Gazing?

To me, star gazing lives between astronomy and astrology.
I look up at the stars — the old light from Alpha Centauri or a pulse of sunlight just 8 minutes old — and I wonder: Why am I here?
Then I look at a Sky Map (what some call a horoscope), and I read the same stars differently — as a language, a mirror, a way of speaking to the deeper parts of ourselves.

Astrology for me is not about prediction. It is synchronicity written in sky script.
When something meaningful happens — a song, a thought, a phone call, all arriving together — it is not cause and effect, but a message of resonance.
This is how astrology works for me: not as science, but as symbol, as story, as soul language.

This space is full of journeys and skywatching, of memory and the moment, of the outer world and the inner cosmos.
You’re welcome to wander through it — just as I wander through my walks — without haste, without expectation.

If something here stirs you, I’d love to hear from you.
Thank you for visiting.
— Stavros

This is a photo of our Milky Way. It took over 10 years to make.
This is where I start my river bank walk. I try to walk every day along here, then after the bridge along the main street of my village for about a kilometre. I turn from the street to the wharf and walk along a Walkway. The whole walk is about 2.5 km one way and another 2.5 km return. Sometimes I may walk further, depending on my mood and of course, the weather.
In between watching the breath, when I remember, I chant the prayer ,
“Holy God, Holy the Firm, Holy the Immortal, have Mercy on us”
as I was taught to do when I sang in the Orthodox Church choir as a child.

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