Full circle

Sometimes, when we’ve actually started moving and building momentum, we find ourselves in a strangely familiar place.

It’s not that we’ve gone backwards, but our internal gravitational pull takes us to territory that has a natural fit.

Echoes of our unique selves – who we are created to be – surface time and time again.

Our job is to listen out for the resonance.

Or as T S Eliot so beautifully penned in Little Giddings, the last of The Four Quartets:

“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, remembered 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.”