"...sometimes he used to slip in the laundrymat and watch the clothes float in them glass portholes. He'd listen to the blue jean buttons and loose change clinking around. He'd watch that round and round motion and get sad, thinking about a circle that kept going and didn't end up anywhere."While waiting for my clothes to dry at the laundromat (inside several of 'them glass portholes') I came across this passage in the book I'm reading (Bloodroot by Amy Greene, p121.) I like when things shift or align like that. It makes me pay attention.
The part about the circle that goes nowhere made me think of this:
ReplyDeleteX. Wheel of Fortune (Tarot of a Moon Garden by Karen Sweikhardt)
The true value or wealth spun from the Wheel of Fortune is golden, when like the sphinx, the Seeker opens his or her eyes to the surrounding mysteries, becoming a conscious rider seeking the center. For only then do the endless ups and down spiral into freedom from the randomness of external forces."