Finding Beauty In Bureaucracy

I spent three and a half hours at the Depart of Motor Vehicles today, and I met a man. I had successfully procrastinated making an appointment for my driver’s license renewal, expiring on my impending birthday, so I was left to gamble on the walk-in wait time. I arrived to the DMV five minutes before it opened. The parking lot was full, and the cue was around the building.

Everyone in line was given wait numbers and told to find a seat. I sat down and began writing,  planning my upcoming meditation and yoga sequence. Deep in concentration, I was surprised when the empty seat next to mine asked me, “Do you teach yoga?”

Surprised, I looked up and found my sanity safely intact. The seat had not spoken to me, but a man had. He had settled next to me and was curious of my planning.

I openly engaged him, “Yes, this one is all about white light.”  Soon enough we launched into a couple hours of long conversation. We shared thoughts about spirituality, health, and the rhythm of the way. Our conversation felt comfortable, like the beginning of a peaceful and harmonious friendship. It is curious to know we had arrived minutes from each other, and for the same service, and had received wait numbers only three persons, and sat next to one another. It seemed as if we had planned to arrive, remain, and leave the DMV in a sort of synchronicity.  

My new friend informed me he had been at the DMV yesterday, but had forgotten some document he needed and had to come back. He mentioned that he had not been looking forward to returning for a consecutive day here, but he realized that he must have had to so that we could meet. I agreed.

It seems that full circles always lead you somewhere you are meant to be...again.  

I wondered at full circle of my friend, returning to the DMV in such short time. Then memories of my own driving test came to my mind. I had come to take my driver’s test when I was sixteen years old at this place. The more I invited the memory in, the more the room morphed into recognition. I began to see everyone in the DMV as someone I had already met. In every person I saw something that I recognized. I began to recognize years of my life, my life’s unique vibration, oozing into this moment from every seat, smile, word, flash, screen, and stall. The familiarity was coming at me from every direction. Or was it coming from within me?

I was amidst my own full circle. One of many that I have experienced in increasing frequency lately. This makes me wonder: we all must experience countless full circles in our lifetimes. How many full circles might we experience in one day?

The idea is beautiful.

I think the more circles we draw, the more chances we get to do something different. Everytime we  revisit (i.e., a person, a place, an idea…) we can choose to become better. If we can, and if the moment is right, then these revisitations can help us to heal, resolve, and begin anew.

Our daily spirals are gifts, allowing us the potential to move lighter and freer. All we need to do is learn to recognize the taste of their sweetness, and to feel when it is on our lips, or in the seats beside us, or in the words around us.