Carousels

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?