“The Circle Game”

5740446_f260Round & Round She Goes…

Perry Como sang, “it goes round and round…” and probably no one remembers the song except me. Anyway, I bought a cylinder toy for my cats. It sits on the floor and casts a small red light that randomly circles the floor. It drives the cats nuts. They scurry after the passing light. Sometimes they’ll just sit and stare at the passing light. Other times they will just lay there and look over their shoulders, as though a different view will help.

All in all, before they’re get bored – they have neither caught, grabbed, touched or even gazed at the little circling red light.

Stopping the Circles

The circles that we create in and for our lives and keep in motion only perpetuates our doing nothing and chalking it up to “fate.” We say to ourselves, “It will be the next circling around that I’ll finally grab it,” “After all, everything in life is about luck and I’m presently merely unlucky,” “I know that I can capture it if only the circling would stop for a moment.”

I hear more stories from people confidently tell me about how if A lands on B before C happens then D will occur.  D did not appear because A was the wrong beginning (so much for the wishful B and C) and now they’re frustrated and don’t know what to do except try A all over again and hope that D finally appears. Alas, there is no D because there was no A.

Illusions can keep us going for quite awhile (or a lifetime) but they slowly wear us out. My little cat toy runs on three AA batteries. What power do our little circles run on? I often find listening to people that when they correct their A then getting to D is no longer a circle but a successful and fruitful journey.

If not Perry Como’s song then how about one from Joni Mitchell?

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you’re older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it won’t be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

“The Circle Game,” Joni Mitchell

 

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About Rev. Joe Jagodensky, SDS.

A Roman Catholic priest since 1980 and a member of the Society of the Divine Savior (Salvatorians). www.Salvatorians.com. He is associate pastor of partnering parishes, Christ King and St. Bernard parishes in Wauwatosa, WI.
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