I have a connection to "Merry Go Rounds". When I was little I sometimes spent time with my Aunt. My Aunt, having no
children of her own, devoted herself to me. We would go to Santa Cruz California, board walk on the pier.
My first wish was to ride the painted horses, I was only four years old but remember it so well.
I first was only allowed to ride the little horses on the inside, these did not go up and down, The little horses were stationary,
but suited for a four year old to ride. My Auntie would ride the bigger horses that glided up and down to the loud music.
Each year I visited my Aunt I would beg to ride the big horses. Once my Aunt took me on her horse it was magic to feel the
powerful force as we whirled in a circle going up and down on a huge horse.
On the outside ring of horses was a holder that had brass rings. My Uncle just home from the war rode on the outside horses.
He would reach out each time the horse passed the brass ring holder to grab a ring. If you got a brass ring you claimed a prize
or took a free ride. If you got an ordinary metal ring you threw it into the mouth of a giant canvas painted clowns face.
The year I was thirteen was the last summer I spent with my Aunt she took me to the board walk as usual.
I did not ask this time but went to the outside horses they were much bigger than the inside ones. I found a black horse, with a
gold saddle, decorated in glass jewels. I jumped up on its back and waited for the merry go round to start.
The music was playing with the breeze blowing in off the Pacific ocean; it was a beautiful day. The the merry go round
gained full motion, as I stood tall on my horse reaching out to grab the ring. The first try I missed, the second time I grabbed
a metal ring. This I threw into the mouth of the clown making a bell chime.
On the last try, I could see the brass ring hanging in the hoop. I reached out as far as I could without falling off the horse. It
seemed for ever before I came into contact. The brass ring hit my outreached hand cold and hard. I closed my fingers around
the ring and looked at it. I was so excited, I did not want to turn the ring in at the end of the ride.
My Aunt said to me, "sometimes life is like the metal rings. You reach and reach, each time hoping to find the brass ring in
your hand. When you do it is such a wonderful feeling you do not want to let go. You must let go of the ring to win the prize
in the end."
My Aunt gave me a hug then and said, "well do you want a prize, or another ride on the merry go round". I certainly wanted
another ride and another chance to grab a brass ring.
Sometimes we reach out to our fullest, and find we have not been given back what we expected. The brass ring in what we
reach for, but even a metal ring is proof we have managed to grab the ring.
Each attempt comes with its own reward we have but to see the beauty of the ring. Eternal, never ending, always whole and
complete, the circle is the shape of harmony. Waynonaha
Dare to reach dare to venture life is a wonderful merry go round.
We are sisters here to walk in peace and harmony. Each is a seperate link but none are without support or connecting sisters. Love and blessings Waynonaha Human Being. If you wish to chat with me you can find me or post a time on AOL my users name is Waynonaha also on Yahoo instant messanger at Waynonaha7. You can email me if you do not have these instant messangers or contact me on the Forum at Susun's We are all here for each other on this great web of life. Love Waynonaha