I'd like to tell you a story, a story about a circle. Problem is, just like a circle, I don't know where the beginning is.
About a year ago, I became acutely aware of all the circles in my home and life...circles in the art I had created or bought, circles in things like our rugs, circles patterns on our dishes, circles in the toys I was collecting for the girls, circles in my clothes, circles in just about everything in my home. I was astounded at this revelation and began to collect everything that had a circular theme and put it all on our dining room table. What I would do next with all the circular items heaped together in one spot, I didn't know, but somehow seeing them all in one spot made it clear to me that there was a message in there for me. What that message was, I didn't know.
I tried to convey my enlightenment and enthusiasm to my family members, but what I usually received was an expression of "I think she's going off the deep end." I could see it in their eyes as they politely mustered up enough enthusiasm to try and share my joy and excitement. But deep inside, I knew no one, not even I, fully understood what it all meant. To those who saw these items on the table, it was nothing more than a bunch of garage sale items, but to me, it was the key to something of profound importance.
As I have discovered, circles have all kinds of religious symbolic meanings, dating back to the Egyptians, and probably even further back, but for me, there's something more about them for which I am still on the hunt. A circle is the most simple and yet complex symbol on the Earth. The Earth is a circle. The circle's great power is that it has no beginning, no middle, or end. Its perfection is sublime. It's impenetrable. The circle is the key to all mysteries, the answer to all riddles, the reason we are here and why life exists. There are many paths the "meaning of the circle" has taken me down, but in the end, they just seem far too complicated and cumbersome, though interesting. I keep thinking "A circle should not be this difficult." Perhaps the circle's meaning is in the eye of the beholder. I've come to understand but a shred of what the sacred circle and its geometics is trying to teach me...simplicity, movement, giving, receiving, time, birth, death, rebirth. But I always feel I'm not seeing something, something critical, and that's the part that I hunt for every day.
I work to keep my brain "in check" a lot and not delve too deep into things, but the circle wants to take me to far away journeys that I'm not sure I'm equipped to handle by myself. So, I try and just keep it simple. I simply love the circle and all that it represents. For me, it is the meaning of life on so many levels and to ponder the circle is as deep as pondering Einstein, DaVinci, or the great thinkers and religious icons of the world. When I feel lost and the need for balance, I just close my eyes, and simply picture a circle...a beautiful, perfect circle. Then all becomes right again. Do I know why? Yes...and no. It's the "no" that keeps this circle of life journey so interesting and never-ending.