My heart. The season of marriage for my children. A sacred season. Like all seasons. I am reminded of one of my favorite songs by Joni Mitchell, The Circle Game:
Yesterday a child came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
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
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, "When you're 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 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
16 springs and 16 summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him, "Take your time, it won't be long now
'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down"
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
So the years spin by and now the boy is 20
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll 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
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
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
If you’d like to listen, click: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NEkJhBHh54. It became one of my favorite songs when I was twenty and imagining life through my parents' eyes as I was heading off to London--a young woman, filled with hopes of having children one day. And life happened. Now my children are filled with hopes. And I am grateful to be a witness.
Spenser and his longtime love, Ryley Johnson, were married on the world's tallest ferris wheel. Their families, stood beside them-- symbolic of our commitment to love them in every season. I am grateful for every second shared--and prayerful for life together. May they always have fun!
We had a great time in Vegas--so much fun we didn’t even notice the heat. Great food! My heart is pure joy when I hear Spenser and Quinlan laughing together; siblings share a special sense of humor (as noted above). And I can't resist posting a mom pic. The circle keeps moving round and round as we look forward to Quinlan’s wedding in October. What are some of your favorite memories of young love? Let's share some of those at our next Pastor Time at my house September 12th. With much love,
Pastor Micki
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