Windmills of your Mind

While reading a post reblogged by bearspawprint entitled unique nature landscapes: moonlit kingdom by eyes of odysseus, I was reminded of the awesome picture above I had come across on Star Walk for iPad: Star trails in the southern hemisphere taken by Sebastian Voltmer.

By now the cogs of my mind were locking into place as I remembered the lyrics for Windmills of your Mind, a favourite of mine from my childhood:

like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
like a carousel that’s turning
running rings around the moon

like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind!

like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone,
like a door that keeps revolving
in a half forgotten dream,
or the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream

like a clock whose hands are sweeping …

keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly?
was it something that you said?
lovers walk along a shore
and leave their footprints in the sand

is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of this song
half remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?

he: when you knew
that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color
of her hair!

she: when you knew
that it was over
in the autumn of goodbyes
for a moment
you could not recall the color
of his eyes!

like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel

as the images unwind
like the circles
that you find
in the windmills of your mind!

Songwriters: / Bergman, Alan / Bergman, Marilyn
The Windmills Of Your Mind lyrics © EMI Music Publishing


orange poppy

convergence to a single point

Do apparently random, unconnected events, incidents and encounters lead to a particular moment in time? I find myself questioning feelings of deja vu and subconsciously connecting the dots of experiences. There appears to be something guiding me along an invisible meandering path.

As long as I can remember I have be drawn to the idea that there is more to existence than what we are told to believe or what we see around us. The dichotomy of needing to perform in the perceived real world and allowing myself the space and freedom to be open to the otherworldly and non-physical is a skill I am developing.

There have been times when I have sought to work out a plan of where I want to go in life. Like many projects, I start with a great deal of all consuming enthusiasm, this peters out to become unresolved and unfinished. Yet when I persevere and achieve an outcome this surprises me.

It has taken many years for me to understand the significance of 9th card in the major arcana of the Tarot, The Hermit I like stillness; time and space to be introspective; to seek a greater understanding of what it all means. I enjoy giving and receiving guidance – being and turning to a trusted teacher. I find myself creating an inner space, a temporary escape from the pressures I place on myself at work, at home and participating in society.

The act of creating something, be it writing, painting, sketching or baking bread, provides me with a vehicle on the physical plain to free my mind, to look within and explore the possibilities of a higher consciousness.

As with all points in time that hold significance for me, I can’t prevent myself from linking the events of today with a trail of incidents in the past. An example of this is the family friend who as a teenager I knew as auntie. She would use an ordinary deck of playing cards to provide an insight into the possibilities for the future. She gave me a pack of tarot cards which I have carried with me between hemispheres. The cards and the memory of that event have helped to shape where I am now, my beliefs and approach to life.

I see myself as a piece of weathered driftwood, bobbing along on the sea. The tide and the wind guide me through life. It must be frustrating for those few people close enough to me to experience my lack of direction, indecisive and un-opinionated outlook on life.