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captive on the carousel of time
Our little buddies, the Brood X cicadas, seem to have packed it in for this cycle- at least for the DC area. They'd really been almost gone before Free Spirit Gathering, but at Camp Ramblewood (the FSG site) they were still hanging around, and it was a welcome sight and sound. But now it really seems to be over... I swept the last few ex-cicadas off the porch last week. The next generation is waiting to hatch, drop to the ground, and burrow deep; they'll be starting a long subterranean course that will end in 2021- when I'm, errr, 57. For some reason, that seems hardly much older than I am now.

The last 12 months have been big for cyclic stuff, for me at least- fifteen years with my beloved monsteralice shortly preceded by our tenth wedding anniversary; and also fifteen years at my current job (staggering, in my profession); my 40th birthday, which I've maundered about quite enough already... More to come: next year brings the 20th FSG- I was there at the first one, and have only missed one or two; I helped (in a modest way) found it and the Free Spirit Alliance (the networking group that supports it), so I can't help but feel a certain proprietary glow, especially since we got such a glowing mini-review from pagan author Trish Telesco for this year's festival.

But there's a certain melancholy associated with this- every cycle that completes means something falling back into the past, reachable only through the well of memory, prompted by the shells that are left behind. Just went to the Maya exhibit at the National Gallery- the ancient Maya were obsessed with the cycles of time in a deeply religious fashion, and it makes me wonder if there were some of the same feelings behind their development of such an elaborate calendrical system.

Oh, well. Time to change my default LJ icon back to something less insectoid, and take some solace in the fireflies that are appearing in ever-larger numbers these days, and in the so-called annual cicadas, heard but rarely seen- there was one in full cry outside the other day, and damn but they're loud. With any luck, I'll be here to see a few more Brood X emergences before I complete the cycle called my lifetime.

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Cognitive Lingistics Geek out time

There are two major metaphors for time in the cultures of the world. Western language is dominated by the TIME is A LINE metaphor, while eastern cultures, and probably the mayans too though I know nothing of their language, tends to use the TIME is A CIRCLE metaphor.

It's just interesting how different people perceive time differently. Also interesting that you, a westerner, seem to perceive it as cyclic. Then again, I suppose you are rather esoteric.

Re: Cognitive Lingistics Geek out time

and probably the mayans too though I know nothing of their language,

Oh, the Maya much saw time as a cycle. They had many different cyclical systems for measuing time, all meshing together like the gears in a clock. They were downright obsessive about it.

I think that the "time as arrow" concept is a recent aberration, even in the West. All the evidence we have from megalithic sites points to a preoccupation with cycles; there are also pointers like the old Irish "Book of Invasions"... there's a book called "Hamlet's Mill" that makes a moderately-convincing attempt to plumb Western myth for evidence that the ancients were keenly aware of the precession of the equinoxes... even the end of Ragnarok is a new beginning.

I perceive time both cyclically and linearly. Different models apply to different situations.

I was happy to see it. Sadly, I am not familiar with the author but many others are and were appreciative.

re: captive on the carousel of time

... We can't return, we can only look
To back from where we came, and go
Round and Round and Round in the Circle Game.

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