This where I am with Tatiana, a kind of whirling dervish phase. I found this definition at this site:
Whirling Dervish (wurl-ing dur-vish) n. 1. A mystical
dancer who stands between the material and cosmic
worlds. His dance is part of a sacred ceremony
in which the dervish rotates in a precise rhythm.
He represents the earth revolving on its axis while
orbiting the sun. The purpose of the ritual whirling
is for the dervish to empty himself of all distracting
thoughts, placing him in trance; released from
his body he conquers dizziness.
I find this curiously comforting, for my first thought was that I really don't know what I am doing, but now I am thinking perhaps there is method in my madness, after all.
Tatiana was a wonderful little third-grader I had who always wore a little purse, like a soap-on-a-rope, that whirled around her in orbit. My leap to the paper circlets above comes from the planetary models of atoms that we have all seen, especially the logo for the Atomic Energy Commission. I might talk about this more at another time.
But today, being in a kind of whirl, I thought I would share my whirling thoughts with you instead. All of your lovely comments about my doll and about home have taken me to both old and new places in my mind.
I love how one thing leads to another!
And somehow, the doll and Tatiana and that longing to find the way home before dark are all circling around in my mind. The doll circled me back around to Tatiana, and then, suddenly, I started thinking about how the colors in my atomic paper circlets match the colors in Margret's windstorm from yesterday's post.
(Painting © Margret Hofheinz-Döring/ Galerie Brigitte Mauch Göppingen)
It is wonderful to find a way to put the storms of our lives into colors that please us, to find a way to be safe in spite of all the storms that come our way. Maybe I am trying to make Tatiana safe by encircling her with magic circles.
Or maybe she is simply radiating her own colorful energy!
But I am in this whirl today, and cannot sort it out. I'm such an early-to-bed, early-to-rise person that I owe some of you some responses from yesterday, but I am off early today to visit some dear old friends this morning. I will get back on my computer this afternoon to talk to my dear new friends and to visit your lovely blogs, where I find so much to think about, so much to learn, and so much comfort.
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