Beginning

Beginning?

It has taken three years for me to move beyond the title.
Three years of turning ....
of arrivals and departures,

of dawns and sunsets.
of summers and winters,
of equinoxes and solstices.

A few days ago, already a month after the summer solstice of 2012, in the heathery-brackeny-grassy understory of the oak forest, my eye was caught by an unusual splash of color:

Thanks to the bird who brought this delightful new inhabitant into the neighborhood!

The stems now remain, and the leaves.  Next spring I'll be watching for the new sprout and hoping for blossoms in July 2013.

That will be one annual turn.

And the daily turns? Sunrise, noon, sunset, moonrise, moonset.
Each hour slants the light at ever-changing angles through clouds, branches, twigs and windows.

Like the light, my attention plays and rambles.
Yet, like my eye, it is caught by angles and perspectives, by moments in conversations with friends, by items on the internet, by pages of the many books that have found their way to my home down through the years.

And so, to capture or dance with some of these moments, this will be a rambling blog.


Note 1. A rambling song from an early chapter in my life: "The Gypsy Rover"  (O.K., O.K., he was roving, not rambling...) and sung here by Liam Clancy

Note 2. A song about books: "Four Little Sailors" by Bill Staines.


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