Simple Spiral

This morning I leisurely past time playing down on the beach. The air was pleasantly warm. The sea was calm. The tide was ever so gradually going out. Tiny waves lapped up onto the pebbles on the sand. I began to collect shells and found myself making this ever so simple labyrinth.

Tonight walking back from dinner the full moon was high in the sky revealing all her majestic beauty. Shining a silvery light to guide us back home.

Circles and spirals every which way I look as a reminder of the cyclical patterns constantly to be found in all forms of life. From the microcosm to the macrocosm. What goes around, comes around.

"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.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."

T. S. Eliot - Four Quartets: Little Gidding