Life is a series of spirals . . .
The older I get the more mystery and wonder I find in life . . .
“We don’t grow in straight lines: We grow in spirals. And seasons and cycles. In babies being born and grandmothers dying. In daffodils blooming and leaves falling. Lovers meeting and hearts breaking. Doors closing and gates opening. Knots tied always untying. Opening, circling, unfurling, becoming. Growing ’round and back ’round again. Not in straight lines.” ~McCall Erickson~
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