I was on the beach when I thought of the word ‘Teleocycles.’ I very much appreciate those friends who let me sit on the beach with them. Another love of mine is bicycling. I was on the beach, drawing in the sand trying to work out some piece of rough graphic art to depict in a symbol the stuff in the story.
Scrawling out bicycles, frames, chains, handle bars into loose assemblages of meaning, something akin to a mandala, the word just came to me.
We live our life as though it is linear; yesterday, today, tomorrow. Or we experience life as “I am here, what’s next.” But we know it’s not that simple, that somehow life is circular. The Oglala Sioux medicine man, Black Elk, says
“The world always works in circles and everything tries to be round.”