January 27, 2012

  • circle time

    I’ve been thinking about circles recently.  It’s interesting though how my thoughts have changed.  A week or so ago, my circle theme was concentric circles of pressure pounding into a tiny sphere (yes, I know that I’ve switched perspectives, but I am not 2 dimensional much).  Pushing until the ball condensed to nothingness.  I was going to write about it.  I was going to paint it.  And then I didn’t.

    Perhaps I didn’t “do” that circle theme because of the expanded version of circle that is my new theme.  I’m not so set in how I see my new circle.  Maybe a planet, even though that’s pretty trite stuff and I do dislike being predictable (even if I am.)  Ok, now I’m laughing at myself.  I had the funny, ridiculous, completely egocentric mental image of my being the sun.  Because it’s all about me.  laughing  Can I just talk about it that way, with the full understanding that I KNOW I am not the center of the solar system?  No.  Nevermind. No.

    Because there we are.  All interconnected.  Overlapping circles.  The kindness that someone shows me is connected to the kindness someone had for them.  The amazing feeling of someone saying that I inspired them to write something (oh my golly!!) is directly related to my having been inspired by someone else.  And yes, I want to pay it forward.  Perhaps I already do in my own way, but imagine what can happen if I’m intentional about it.  A few weeks ago I was a little bit humbled or awed (not sure which way I need to go with that).  I went into my close-by gas station and just smiled at the guy behind the counter.  Nothing big.  Might have said a word or two, but really just smiled.  And I could see it in his face that my smile did something.  I do not know what was happening in his mind or his life at that moment, but the fact that I walked in and moved my face around in a way that is very easy for me, made his day a little better.  And 6 degrees from Kevin Bacon (or however many it is), just think about where that smile that brightened the day of that random guy at the gas station ended up.  And, yes, I’m being a dork, it was just a smile.  But it’s amazing to think about how I’m a microscopic part of something so much bigger, but yet that I’m as close to some other microscopic part hundreds/thousands of miles away as I am to my empty cup of coffee.

     

     

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