Let's face it. . . my mind has been running, spinning, and rotating in an eternal circle ever since my oldest turned that magical thirteen. . . and no one bothered to tell me that I could take it as a form of meditation?
Ever since a brief walk in a labyrinth the other day, I've been all about circles. I want to walk them, pray them, meditate within them.
Circles: the eternal quest for knowledge, the beginning with no end, the symbol for unity and completion.
And I thought a Zen garden was cool?
