The world is round, and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
– Ivy Baker Priest
Here we go round the bramble bush,
The bramble bush,
The bramble bush.
Here we go round the bramble bush
On a cold and frosty morning.
In the Power of Myth, scholar Joseph Campbell said that in later life, our youth can appear “scripted,” as though each heartbreak and happiness were deliberate and essential. If so, then every setback and success was necessary.
The notch that runs from the nostrils to the lip is the “philtrum.” Folklore calls this indentation the birth “angel’s touch,” the imprint that seals the secrets of our purpose and past. Spared that knowledge, we get to loop-de-loop in and out and around life’s possibilities until, Gadzooks!, where we’ve been shows us where we’ve always been headed. With that process in mind, here’s another song that can ease the journey-
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream.
This little reflection is the 5th in a five-part series about life’s quests. Next, dahlias and The Four Agreements.
NOTE: When James Orchard Halliwell first recorded “Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush,” he noted that another and older version used bramble.