Monday, January 23, 2017

Of Marches and Circles -

As I "age," I realize more and more that life is cyclical - not just my life or that of seasons or families, but of knowledge, beliefs, wonder, discovery.

Knowledge - we build on existing knowledge, and we need to continually examine those beliefs for them to remain alive. And the younger generation will always have "aha" moments to info some of us older folks will think is old news. I think of how university sophomores often perform "Vagina Monologue" as if it was a cutting new play, rather than written in 1996, but what is old to me is new to someone else. And I respect that. 

Beliefs - line upon line, precept on precept. And constantly needing to be reinforced, because doubt is part of human nature. When I am questioned, I have to return to my roots and examine them. Do I believe? Why? How? And its value to me now is . . . 

Wonder - The other day Tommy looked at his shadow and said, "Look, there are four of me!" It was beautiful, and when I see someone seeing something for the first time, regardless of how many times I've seen or known this, that sense of wonder is lit in me. 

Discovery - Neon colors, paisleys, vegetarianism, Sunday naps, saying "no," marching for a cause - what was once old is now new, regardless of its origin. It may have been hip in the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and it is again - aha's don't pause. 

And so marching for a cause - I respect, I appreciate, I acknowledge, but for me, as it was 30+ years ago, I'm taking care of my own. I didn't burn my bra in the 80s, and I won't wear a pussy hat in 2017. However, just as then, I will take care of my marriage, my children, my beliefs, continue to reach out to gain knowledge, and pray that every day I will discover something new, and live in the wonder that is life, that is a circle game. 

March on - 

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
And go round and round and round
In the circle game


Joni Mitchell


Tom Rush

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