11/23/2016
Looks like we are heading towards the end of this year, and again: what a year it has been! With all that is happening in the glass world and the world at large, it becomes ever more important to see what we value and how we want to spend the time that was given to us, for it is not infinite. The loss of several cherished people in my circle reminds me of that every day.
Damian and I want to thank all of you, our customers who are supporting us, from the bottom of our hearts: because of you we are still able to hang in there, to work with the people and the media we love. This is what we want to do and will, as long as we can. We wish all of you and your families a blessed holiday. I keep hearing the late Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" in my mind and another one does not seem to want to leave me the last few days, and so I will share it with you:
THE CIRCLE GAME - Joni Mitchell
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Thanks for supporting this local business.
Sincerely,
Ruth Dobbins
Dobbins Studios