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A confession to make before I begin. I stepped out of turn. I jumped ahead of the Line. Stood in the 14 items or less Line with an infinite number of items in my basket. I skipped over the natural progression, because, well because...
...sometimes Lines make me nervous...
...sometimes Lines make me nervous...
In the Circle Series, the natural progression is from a Point to a Line. Point to Point. Here to There. I, however, skipped the Line and jumped to the RAY... the natural progression that moves from a Point infinitely in either direction.
Point. Line. Ray.
Why, you might ask? Simple.
I tend to get stuck in a Line. In the wrong Line.
Tapping my foot impatiently, or tapping my fingers on the steering wheel anxious to get from Here to There and stuck in traffic. In those moments, I see a Line as so finite, so resolute, that there are no choices except to move from Point A to Point B, and to do it in a hurry.
Perfectionists especially love Lines, and lanes, and boundaries, and endpoints. Finished, perfect, done. I possess that quality, yet I also rebel loudly against it.
What do you mean NO? I can’t?
Beware any deviation from the norm, and insanity awaits.
Color only between the Lines.
Only.
So, the Line and I tend to spar with one another even when I am in the best of moods. But that is truly unfair, on my part, because the Point does lead to the Line.
Point connected to Point.
An anchor of space and place.
A safe arrival. A goal achieved.
Do you recall the pages in the old coloring books, Connect the Dots? Starting at one point, moving carefully until the picture begins to take shape, we smile as our hands grow increasingly confident of which way to move, to connect and complete the puzzle.
A Line is a purposeful beginning,
leading us often to a very happy ending.
A Line is the intent to move move move.
Finally, the way to embrace Lines as friends, is to recall that there is a starting Point and an end Point, with an immeasurable space in between.
From One Inch to Two, there are infinite steps in between, infinite chances to glance left and right, ahead and back, while able to see the victory ahead.
From One Inch to Two, there are infinite steps in between, infinite chances to glance left and right, ahead and back, while able to see the victory ahead.
To skip over a LINE to a RAY without taking the time to practice, is risky business, like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
So my apologies to the LINE,
and a promise that I will stay faithful and true,
to the natural progression of the Circle Series.
Because I don’t want to miss a thing.
And neither do you.
A line
Forward and reverse
between two points
you and me
us and them
here and there
a line of prose
or verse
a line on the bottom
a goal line
or a finishing line
measuring tape perfect
or a meandering string
of laugh lines
musical phrases
of streaming thought
what’s your line?
a worn out rut
a path out,
or a ledge
waiting for leap of faith
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