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At the time of an event it can be challenging to move through it - for me it has been having to say goodbye to Bree, to that part of my life, that chapter. Life keeps going and I know that there will be other horses, other days, new adventures.
Bree was part of the 'old' cycle and getting me where I needed to be, guess he knows more than I do as I am not quite sure where I am or where I am going. It feels a little like you have had a navigator for a trip or a friend to walk with you but about 100yards from your destination they say ' just down there, you can't miss it, first on the right, this is where I stop'. It seems that last 100yards is the longest and hardest part of the walk and you wonder if you got it right, did you miss the spot, were you on the right path. You know what though - the place will come around again, life is a circle we keep going around and around and occasionally someone/thing from the past / future steps into our reality to assist. All my life's a circle; Sunrise and sundown; Moon rolls through the nighttime; 'Til the daybreak comes around. All my life's a circle; But I can't tell you why; Season's spinning round again; The years keep rollin' by. It seems like I've been here before; I can't remember when; But I have this funny feeling; That we'll all be together again. No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends. I found you a thousand times; I guess you done the same; But then we lose each other; It's like a children's game; As I find you here again; A thought runs through my mind; Our love is like a circle; Let's go 'round one more time. I found you a thousand times; I guess you done the same; But then we lose each other; It's like a children's game; Songwriters: Harry Chapin Circle lyrics © Harry Chapin Foundation 'Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel......'
That is how I see 'time' all things linked and interlinked although they may be separated by many years. Some of us see the years as a straight line just moving forward, for me some of the immediate is like that however, like a roll of film feeding through an old machine, the seen portions can end up in a mess on the floor so some times get connected through space. January - a strange month, one of reflection for me, waiting for the spring and Imbloc, February, Bridgid's Day. This year has been no exception several incidences connected through time and space. End of old times, start of new ones - the Druids (and JOYTISH) worked in nineteen year cycles when the lunar and solar calendar merged, also known as the Metonic Cycle. So here we have a new cycle starting as it is the first time in 19 years we have no horses on the property - how long this blip will last I am not yet sure but in the meantime taking the opportunity to reflect on the last 19 years, 17 with one horse and nearly 11 with the last, they overlapped for 9 of those and saw the arrival of the puppies in 2017. On a professional level they guided me through the introduction to this amazing work, it is seven years ago today since the accident that brought me here. I went for a walk this morning along the route that I had taken that Saturday back in 2012, when I started out it was freezing cold, threatening snow, no sane person would go for a walk on a morning like that; after I passed the site of the accident and had walked on a little the sun came out, the wind dropped, the mizzle stopped - it was like a weight had been lifted and some old ghosts put to rest, time to move forward leaving fear behind. Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said? Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair! Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel As the images unwind, like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Songwriters: Alan Bergman / Marylin Bergman / Michel Legrand (who died at the weekend) The Windmills of Your Mind lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
Sacha Maxwell
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