“Captive on the Carousel of Time…”*
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Hey, folks.
Where did
Today,
Thursday,
Come
From?
Yep.
It’s Thursday—
I just checked.
It is my
Write-now-or-freak-yourself-out
Day.
Between
Getting older
And
The
Pandemic
Messing
With
Time,
I find
Myself
Occasionally
And
Somewhat
Lost in space.
Time-wise,
That is.
~~~
How can it be
That I am
The
Age
That
I
Am?
How
Can
It be
That my
Sister
Continues
To
Be
Four
Years
Older,
Pushing a
Really
Terrifying
Decade,
Even
Scarier
Than
This
One?
(Seventy
Is
Wonderful,
Freeing,
Horrifying,
Ridiculous…
And
So
On.)
Some
Of
The
Time,
I feel
Twelve
Years
Old,
Wanting
To be
Loved
While
Willfully
Pushing
You
Wildly
Away.
Sometimes
I feel
127
Years
Old,
Achy
With
Dread,
Not
Recognizing
The
Smell
Of
My
Own
Body.
(Aging! A trip, indeed.)
~~~
Mostly,
I
Just
Keep
Doing
What
I do,
Practicing
What
I
Practice:
Abiding my
Inevitable
Imperfections,
Cracking
Myself
Up
From
My
Doing-the-same-thing-over-and-over,
Expecting
Different
Results.
Mostly,
But not
Always,
Resting
In my
Own
Arms,
No
Matter
Their
Lack
Of
Anything
Resembling
Muscle
Tone.
Mostly.
~~~
Joni Mitchell! She got old. And sick.
How I loved her then.
And now.
Seeing her at the Newport Folk Festival this year was profound for me.
She is 78, survivor of intense physical challenges, first time performing in almost a decade.
Returning to Newport for the first time since 1969.
That would be, I believe 53 years.
Here is her Circle Game, kind of relevant for my thoughts today, I do hope:
~~~
I fully enjoyed this interview with Joni and Brandi Carlile on CBS.
Interesting, touching, a placing of me in time, somehow.
~~~
Somehow,
I now think of Mary Oliver.
So beloved.
Gone now
From
This
World
She
Helped
Us
Understand,
So able
To
Show
Us
The
Beauty
In
The
Moment,
As it is.
Wild Geese
Mary Oliver Reading:
~~~
Announcing Our Place
In the family
Of
Things…
Landing
Right here
Right now
In
Time
In
Space—
All the things
All the iterations of things
That
Have
Happened
Make us
Who
We
Are
Now
Here and now.
Here and now.
All things,
Make us
Who
We
Are.
Announcing
Our place
In
The family
Of
Things.
~~~
Let’s end with Brandi, quite lovely:
Stay Gentle…Somewhere Over the Rainbow
~~~
Be safe and well,
Dear friends.
All blessings,
Aruni