The Circle

I came to Australia in 1981 from a tiny little hamlet in the UK. My brown suitcase and a fluffy dog called Peanuts were my transportable bedroom for a while until my parents eventually found a nice enough suburban house to settle down in. Our Aussie home grew roots over time until 30 years later, here I am still half a world away from my origins, and still feeling the pull of homelands gravity.

I love living in Australia. I've grown up with horses, beaches and a healthy outdoor life and I am an independent adult living an independent life which I couldn't afford to do if I was back in the UK, I'm sure my history would have a completely different set of books to the library if I had grown up there. But I'm not one to entertain what-if's so I just get on with living where my feet are.

As a student of philosophy, I try to find the poetry in archtecture. The architecture of man is straight lines and angles, intended to fit in spaces with as little wasted space as humanly possible - space is money of course. The architecture of nature, is roundness. Nature doesn't put a dollar sign on itself, it puts itself first. A tree will grow around a rock, a rock will emerge from a million years of uplift and metamorphosis within it's bed. An animal will be born, it will eat, reproduce and die, it's atoms (round) will be put to use for the next round of marvellous creation.

The world is round, time is round. Everything in life goes in a spiralistic direction, constantly renewing but never quite a distinguishing itself as a solitary moment of existence.

My circumstances have me sitting here in my home office, typing away on my computer, thinking about the massive distance between my gran and a kiss for her. The only distance that prevents this connection, is measurable space. Take away the relative space of man-made distance and time becomes eternal, therefore non-existent (or measurable). Therefore, in a space-less existence my kiss is firmly planted on my gran's cheek already.

Ok, so I've probably lost most of you reading this already too so I'll get back into the realm of our everyday sliced bread kinda' life. The main thing I wanted to write, is because our world is round, every step I take away from my gran's front door is actually one step closer to me walking back in. Every mile you drive/fly/paddle from your most favourite person/dog/cat is really, one marvellous mile back!

After all, circle's are made with a 'whole' in the middle :)