I’ve long been a person that searches for essence. The clear center. The clear note. Simplicity that doesn’t need much around it. It stands on it’s own.
I got some of this last week through a friend and colleague, Jennifer Girard, who had been a participant in the Online Class for The Circle Way that Amanda Fenton and I offered earlier this year.
With permission, I share Jennifer’s words here. They speak to an essence of story, connection in circle, movement with life.
Often I have experiences that feel like my own private experiences. Uplifting, enriching or upsetting or whatever. I perceive them as “my story”. I perceive them in isolation from the movement of Life itself. When we get together in circle, I am often amazed to see where “my story” intersects with others.
As I start to see the similar threads that weave from “my story” into the Great Story, my sense of isolation or uniqueness dissolves into a kind of wonder.
It’s hard to plan out where those threads will be. When will be the moment that I dissolve into the mystery? It seems like a breath-taking accident each time. Gathering in this particular way seems to make me “accident-prone” – in the best way possible!
What she says capture so much of what I experience and observe in the container that is circle.