still turning

I love old mysteries and Dorothy Sayers is a favorite writer.
The image of the center of a spinning world in her sonnet below
has stayed with me as I try to gain my balance in a topsy turvy world.

This beautiful landscape, with it’s crux of dirt road and farm fields
north of Middlebury, Vermont, seemed to tell a tale of the turning wheel of life.

Here no tide runs; we have come, last and best,
From the wide zone through dizzying circles hurled,
To that still centre where the spinning world
Sleeps on its axis, to the heart of rest.

— Dorothy Sayers, Gaudy Night