Circles

'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