A Big Circle

A Ferris wheel gives you almost no freedom in your ride. You just go around in a big circle. But it turns out you can see amazing things from that big circle—as you can within the limited, but very large, cycles of the seasons and of birth and death.

What circles or cycles do you see yourself moving within?

Remembering

“Freedom. It isn’t once, to walk out
under the Milky Way, feeling the rivers
of light, the fields of dark—
freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine
remembering. Putting together inch by inch
the starry worlds. From all the lost collections.”
―Adrienne Rich

How do you find freedom in reclaiming history or memory?