Closing the Circle
Within the circle of our lives
we dance the circle of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the season,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.
Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,
each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.
And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone
into the darker circles of return.
– Wendell Berry
Once again, Thanksgiving is here. My favourite holiday of the year.
I’ll be releasing a major entry within the next week.
Happy Thanksgiving all!
They call out to me, voices
Drifting through the fields
Haunting, beautiful and free.
So apparently I disappeared throughout the summer. There was the occasional post but it’s really difficult to keep a blog up without regular computer access…
Still, I have some incredibly exciting news regarding this weekend, news that I will share next week at some point.
Today however I got a Steamwhistle stein from the LCBO and so, in honour of local beers and Oktoberfest… Prost!
The best part of living in the country is that your neighbour like to drop in.
I got some new neigh-bours in my field today. It’s nice having company.