Circle Game.....

I love Joni Mitchell.....I grew up listening to her music and many of her songs have such special places in my memories....

My life is like the Circle Game right now....

"And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we con only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round "

I"m going round and round on that carousel.........so busy with all of the children, my own and those that I care for.

So, I've been a bit remiss in my posting, lots of thoughts running around in my head, not enough time to put them all down.

Things to come to post about:

Emma Sage's IEP meeting
Emma Sage's dance card being filled up with Birthday Parties
Greta's Field Hockey team.....an incredible season so far, they had four games this week alone [so Momma has had no time]
Otto's first school dance
Greta's college search and scholarship searches [so exciting]
Katrina busy at college and the joy of being able to keep up with her via cell phone and Internet.

So.....embrace this season.

Give thanks for the many blessings we have and how incredibly precious life is....every moment, every season.......and as Joni Mitchell sang, these seasons come round and round so very quickly and before you know it, your babies are grown and riding alone. [not really, you know we Mommas are always watching them and waiting to see if they need a hand]

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when youre older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we con only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it wont be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
Coming true
Therell be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game