I preface this writing with a reminder. I am participating in a writing circle in which we begin with a prompt and allow the wild mind to take over. This is my unedited response to the prompt “Here We Go Again”
Here we go again — I am fighting the temptation to write the song lyrics of the cheesy White Snake song… why do I even know them?
Here we go again — another trip around the sun. Whee! The earth is really a spaceship. Perhaps if we all saw it that way, we’d take care of it so we do not lose our support system.
Here we go again — round and round the cycles go. Such beauty in the ebb and flow. Earth orbits sun. Moon orbits Earth. Earth spins on axis. Years. Seasons. Months. Days. Round and round.
Here we go again — What will you do different today? this week? this month? this year? Cycles cause us to pause, reflect and evaluate where we were the last cycle and envision how we hope to progress through the next.
Here we go again — cycle in, cycle out. Spirals and swirls. Is there truly ever change? Or is change so constant we look to the cycles so we can hold on?
Here we go again — merry-go-round spinning faster and faster. Hold on for dear life or you may get tossed off. Left behind.
Here we go again — and again and again and again…
ON THE MERRY GO ROUND AGAIN
Yes, thanks for your words of inspiration and levity. I guess I have been on the merry go round, but perhaps like John Lennon, trying to save the world and it’s too prevalent negativity from itself with my art and creativity. It’s a battle without a win, considering my circumstances, but what constitutes a win; paying too much attention to that which brings me down?
Feeling very pensive, I went up in front of our rehab building last night, and saw out on the patio there were several bowling pins laying on the pavement, and my mind went to Michael Moore’s ‘Bowling for Columbine” [There had also been another mass killing in Dadeville, AL outside of Montgomery] and like a Sunday artist-preacher, I framed a photo with our participant art workshop paintings, and in the background the bowling pins there laying on the ground still and dead. The caption of the photo was “Will they ever learn?” Or maybe there’s a better caption.