Sometimes, I make the mistake of thinking movement is the way to go.
Then, not only do I move, but I aim for far beyond.
And not only that.
Desperate to cover all possible routes, I run from one extreme to the next.
I run to one side of the circle, then cross to its polar opposite, none the wiser, but a little more settled.
The pass through the center-point expands my horizons, makes me understand the extremes a little bit better.
It’s in that frantic movement that I begin to wonder – maybe, in that blessed center, I should have stayed?
Maybe the chaos would have come to me, and with no initiative of my own, I would have been forced to change?
Spirit of Tara 