And the seasons they go round and round. And the painted ponies go up and down. We’re captive on the carousel of time. We can’t return, we can only look. Behind from where we came. And go round and round and round in the circle game……Joni Mitchell
I would love it if the whole world was set to music. I could recite all of War and Peace or the Periodic Table of Elements if they were a song. I love music. It resonates deep in my soul. It takes me back to certain times in my life and makes me yearn to be there again. It can make me smile or make me weep like a baby, depending on the memory it invokes. I know I’m not alone. There are two kinds of people. Those who need music to feed their soul and those who don’t. Even those who don’t will still have some tunes that touch their very being.
I heard an old song for the first time a few years ago. I was looking for a suitable song for a slideshow I was doing for my sister’s 60th birthday. As Irene grew up in the 60’s, I wanted something from that protest era. I found Joni Mitchell’s Circle Game. I fell in love. What a hauntingly beautiful song. I can’t believe I had never heard it before.
I had just returned from the trip of a lifetime to Ireland and had spent just one day in Paris. Right near the Eiffel Tower is a carnival. The carousel there, at dusk in the shadow of the Iron Lady seemed haunted. I’ve sat on this photo for ages, not quite knowing what to do with it. Maybe I’m just in a particularly nostalgic mood but today, with the Circle Game going around and around in my head, like the carousel, I knew what I wanted to do with it.
I tend to long for the past a lot but in reality, it was difficult and even if I could return, it wouldn’t be the same and I would merely be a ghost, a bystander, watching the seasons go around and around. That’s what seasons do.