Several pieces of old farm equipment rusting in a field. I’m drawn to the circles and my mind wanders to the repetitions in my life. The times I seem to repeat the same situation over and over until I learn to do something differently – laugh instead of cry, reach out instead of turn away, say nothing instead of offer advice. It takes me so long time to learn certain things that life gives me chances over and over.
I walk through the grass, over to the rusty equipment, wanting to get a closer look at those circles. Texture. Pattern. Composition. Simple beauty. And not circles at all. A spiral.
Ah, a much better way to think about my repetitions.