I was getting my hair cut today by a middle-aged Chinese woman. We were chatting. She asked me my age and went on to comment that I must be a Tiger according to the Chinese zodiac calendar. She prophesied good things for me in the year ahead, which was nice to hear.
I got to thinking about the twelve-year cycle that the Chinese zodiac calendar runs through. It's comforting to think about time in cyclical rather than linear, sacred rather than profane terms. Rather than a straight-shot march through the years, a cyclical imagination of time gives me an anchored sense of continuity. 2010, Year of the Tiger. The next one after won't be until 2022. Puts things in a different light.
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