My husband, Tim, and I have been watching a documentary series called Native America. I’m learning quite a bit of history and geography based on the extraordinary oral traditions, written texts, and story-telling artwork left beginning more than 13,000 years ago. This Empire’s creations centered around humanity’s relationships with earth, sky, and water.
A central symbol etched on cave walls, cliff faces, ceremonial pottery, and even woven into utilitarian baskets is the spiraling, concentric circle. This symbol highlights the journey on which we all travel as we carry ourselves and each other through life.
I recognized and remembered this same repetitive motif on some of my Botswana baskets that I bought in the 1980s at the Annual Basket and Craft Exhibition in Gabarone, Botswana when I lived in Bophuthatswana, South Africa. I was drawn to these baskets. They spoke to me. Isn’t that what meaningful art does?
No matter our heritage, our sense of “home” happens when we journey our way to ourselves and each other. This continuous, circular line runs deeper and deeper as we age, walking in circles to the center of our soul where we can settle and find “home.” Irregardless of how far back or from where we’ve immigrated, our brokenness can find healing within our center, our core, our soul if we acknowledge our creator.
In order to have a strong sense of presence in the place to which we had to physically and spiritually immigrate, we must remember from where we came.
With what symbol do you mark your “coming home?”
But the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun goes down,
and hurries to the place where it rises.
The wind blows to the south,
And goes around to the north;
Round and round goes the wind,
And on its circuits the wind returns.
All streams run to the sea,
But the sea is not full;
To the place where the streams flow,
There they continue to flow.