Circle of Miracles
By
Amy Thurman
It hasn’t been easy it has been interesting. Kimmy had a baby and I videotaped it. Even with three kids of my own I have never witnessed the miracle starts of and infant. Beau came shooting out like a world Olympic sculler going for the gold, and gold he got. Three days later after a long vigil, Terry my stepfather then slipped away to the Great Unknown. After a little struggle during the pangs of grieving, I felt grateful to be a witness to the Circle of life. Life seems to be round in so many ways. The exaltation of birth and the devastation of death are positive and negative.
Shortly after catching my breath, my teenager got into some trouble. To be a teen during these times is not something to wish on anyone. Throughout this period I seem to be having an epiphany of sorts. The wisdom of life has stages and at 15 I knew it all and no one could tell me different. Today, the only thing I know is I didn’t know it at all! Furthermore I now see that each adult that told me what my outcome of my actions would be was right after all. It is so funny to hear myself say those same words to my son just what outcomes from his actions. And again its funny to hear the same words from him that I had said at his age. Denial is not just a river in Egypt after all.
A circle again. Generation after generations cycle the same experiences in different scenarios day in and day out, but each individual experiences them in their own way. Today I see the similarity of all our lives, but I am a witness to my own experiences.
It feels at times that I have lived a multitude of individual lives. However learning from my elders and witnessing the youth, that these are all but stages of what has been and what is still to come. Life has a rhythm, and we all dance to its beat. Some day’s life’s tempo is quick and hard, while other days it’s pulse seem slow and weak.
Sometimes our only choice is to hustle to it’s cadence and give in to it’s flow. The days, months and years, whirlpool into a great sea with us floating in an ark and the ark is busting holes. So each day we are busy filling the holes and cracks to only have another and another. With each day I am getting better and feeling more secure that no matter what my cracks are being filled.
Every thing in life moves in circles with ups and downs and around and around. The feelings of joy, exuberance and serenity are replaced with sorrow, weariness and chaos to only encircle again to those same feelings of joy, exuberance and serenity.
As each time the circle goes around it grows bigger and the spaces in-between are longer.
My circle grows with each passing moment and my understanding and belief is no matter what pains there are that eventually we move to life’s joy allover again. My stay in this time is limited, but I become conscious that time is infinite and we all move in circles.
