01/08/2026
How much of life is shaped by spirals rather than straight lines? Does healing often find its way back to us? Do we see old lessons returning dressed in unfamiliar faces? What about becoming? Does it feel less like climbing and more like a slow, sacred unfolding?
The spiral shows up everywhere—
in seashells, in galaxies, in the way seasons fold into one another.
It seems to ask something simple and unsettling at once:
what if we are not meant to move on,
but to move deeper?
Why do we keep meeting the same themes in new ways? Why do old memories rise again when we thought they were finished?
What if this isn’t failure…but a quieter form of becoming?
The spiral doesn’t rush.
It widens, it returns, it remembers.
It carries us back to ourselves,
again and again,
each time with a little more awareness,
a little more tenderness.
Where do you feel the spiral turning in your own story right now?