I am taking a writing class called
"Expressive Writing."
The theme is carousels and we
write vignettes based on different
perspectives attained from being
the rider on or bystander to the
merry-go-round.
Taken to the max
this concept of rider on
and observer of
the spinning carousel
initiates unless possibilities
for creative thought.
Try it.
And then yesterday I found
a pattern for a carousel horse.
A red, green, brown thick felted
horse. A throwback to the Middle Ages...
And we have a friend who carves
carousel horses for the Ringling
Circus museum.
In Saugerties
(a small town in upstate New York,
a former home for us)
a completely restored carousel
was auctioned off last year.
I must research where it
will be housed now.
I doubt I shall either knit or
carve a carousel horse. But I might
ride one again. I need a small
person to take my hand
and say Nana, "Let's ride."
My inner child is ready.
Care to join us?
2 comments:
How beautiful! I'm so glad you extended this invitation to us this morning.
The image of a carousel will be a pleasant one to recall throughout the day.
Absolutely! I've never grown "out of" carousels. I love them. They make me feel like a child and I won't hesitate to ride one. What a delightful and encouraging post.
Warmly,
Diane
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