Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Circles

circle rug

 

circle rug

 

 

circle rug

 

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world.

Every action admits of being outdone.

Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.

Ralph Waldo Emerson. Circles, 1841

 

Wool and Woodpile Weather

Although the temperatures don’t feel autumnal, the deafening night crickets and fading perennials signal the changing of the seasons.¬† It’s time to stack wood

 

 

and see what wool colors I have

 

 

 

 

and remember the pleasure of hand stitching