The circle is the purest shape. It is the earth we live on and the space we are enclosed by. The human body can be recognized by the many circles that compose it. Our mother’s womb to her protective arms encircle us whether in reality or in our memories.
We may have to look at our fathers for the circles a bit harder, but like the earth, he is the symbol of protection. His circles may, like the mothers’, enclose and exclude. By keeping the bad stuff at bay, the child in us feels safe.
At least that is what should happen. We play at night with the shadows on the bedroom walls knowing that the morning will come again. We can cry in our pillow and yet, by morning be refreshed, ready to be IN the circle or to BE the circle.
Nurturing can be observed with the mother bird in the porch light. She does not go far from the gently swaying chicks. If danger comes, her flight diverts the danger but soon she is back to feed and comfort the little ones.
And sometimes you can observe the father bird! He sits on top of the fixture, he is wary of changes from the outside that might endanger the young. He listens to the mother singing to and with her babies.
Each year, this cozy spot provides a place to nest, the perfect circle.