They Are Everywhere
Circles. What you see when you are having a migraine. They creep sneakily across the eyes; so close yet so far.
They are beautiful, graceful and elegant. They are performed under the spotlight by sparkly ballerina shoes. The dancer spins in circles, disappearing into a whirl of colour and enchants the audience.
Circles are complicated when a toddler tries to draw a face; they are magnificent when horses gallop in a circle, drawn by the rider’s reins. The lights in the disco are circles, small fluorescent ones. They flash blue, neon green. Under the strobes flash happiness and memories.
Circles Of Life And Death
When the bereaved see circles, they are unpleasantly reminded of red, pulsating circles. Ambulances. Under them flash grief, tears and heart wrenching pain. And ambulances see the start, and end of life: does that mean they experience the circle of life? Perhaps they just saw a baby taking its first breath and another taking their last.
“Scientifically, I know beginnings don’t exist. The world is made of energy, which is neither created or destroyed. Everything she is was here before me. Everything she was will remain. Her existence touches both my past and my future at one point- infinity.
Lifelines aren’t lines at all. They are more like circles.
It’s safe to start anywhere and the story will curve its way back to the starting point. Eventually.
In other words, it doesn’t matter where I begin. It doesn’t change the end.”
Shannon Lee Alexander
This ever-present shape is also a symbol of meditation and introspection. During yoga, the mind is at peace and life’s solutions takes that form, which cross over our horizons – much like the sun, the moon and the stars are but faraway circles of light and mystery.
When I see them, I think of the raindrop, which falls into a puddle and creates ripples. Circles. That raindrop alone can make no difference; yet can make a puddle an ocean and a storm a flood. Are we not all but raindrops, individual and unique? Self-sufficient, whole yet woefully pointless: this is what they mean to me.
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