A friend asked me today if I thought my life was going in circles. I told her yes, but that it was a good thing. I have a labyrinth on my altar, and I trace its path with my finger sometimes -- going in, circling the center, resting there for a moment of breath, then coming back out again. I am drawn the the idea that life is a maze, but not one you can get lost in. One that you find yourself in.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot -- "Little Gidding" (the last of his Four Quartets)
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