Mary Travers of Peter, Paul, and Mary 60s folk fame sang this, my favorite song, on one of her albums — which I wish I still had but I don’t.
All My Life’s a Circle
All my life’s a circle, sunrise and sundown
The moon rolls through the night time
Till the day break comes around
All my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why
The seasons spinning round again
The years keep rolling by.
It seems like I’ve been here before, I can’t remember when
But I got this funny feeling
That we’ll all be together again
There’s no straight lines that make up my life
And all my roads have bends
There’s no clear cut beginnings, and so far no dead ends…..
I’m thinking of these lyrics now because, as a result of getting in touch with a college classmate of mine, I’ve been able to get in touch with a few more through him.
I have to admit, I get very nostalgic when I think of my college days, during which I pursued fun and frolic a bit more than I pursued academic achievement.
One of my recent old-classmate-e-interchanges reminded me how the girls from my sorority would gather in the Student Union on Sunday evenings and take over the place with our dancing. Mostly the Lindy. With any guy brave enough to take us on. And if there were no takers, with each other. I so miss dancing.
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Circles are comforting — full of mythic meaning.
I am making circles made of willow branches. Within them I will weave special symbols and give each of my closest 6 women friends atalisman before I move away. It’s what I do.
There’s no straight lines that make up my life
And all my roads have bends
There’s no clear cut beginnings, and so far no dead ends