I went on a day trip to the beach this past summer and when I
arrived, nature passed an unforgiving hand over my being and clouds
brought rain upon the ideal day I had planned. The ocean waves beat
against the sand, bleeding the coast with continual waters, dragging
each grain of sand back into its being. I felt lost.
was a carousel on the boardwalk. I huddled away from the rain in a
solitary chair not knowing what to do next. I stared at the carousel
and wondered why I was being punished when I put such sincere effort
into helping others. I felt childish compared to the children running by
enthusiastically trading tokens for arcade games. What should I do
I stared at the carousel turning, the horses with
tongues flailing about and wide eyed helpless eyes silently screaming. I
stared the the tiger ready to carry a human but chains surrounding his
neck, expressing fear of the power contained behind his stripes held
him back. And there was a blue dragon - strong, different, a little
untouchable. And yet even he was still caught in this endless circle,
the music a little manic and frightening but meant to delight.
stared the the movement, around and around, the circle made again and
again, the animals swirling around, the noise, the light - and then the
golden ring at top. That goal, that untouchable golden object of
attraction that so many children reach for. I never came close to
touching that golden ring. Half the time I was scared to reach for it.
began to notice people as part of this ride, this endless ride going
around an unnoticed center. These animals reminded me of every human's
physical form, our bodies being static just as these animals. Our
skeletal form, muscles, and skin being almost too solid for true
expression of our spiritual nature.
How to reach that ring
when caught in a circle yourself? A circle reaching for a circle. And
then what? Do we simply get back on the ride? I wanted to be not on a
horse or mystical creature but rather wanted to find the meaning of
this movement. Could I be the one making the miracle turn? Could I be
at the center, with arms all about me, turning around in a circle like a
child playing for free in an open meadow?
At that moment,
a young woman passed by with huge gold hoop earrings. And it clicked. I
had the ring. It could be found anywhere. It could be found in places
that people usually don't notice. The earrings didn't look expensive or
hand made or mystical but it's in that ordinary place that we
sometimes ignore that we find a forgotten part of ourselves. In finding
endless bliss in the unexpected we can create miracles and free every
horse, tiger, and dragon from the endless circle to true eternity.