During Spring Break, the spiral that was so clearly front and center only a couple of weeks ago has become a left hand moon. Vast quantities of energy flow out of the prescribed circle of my life out into another universe.
March 31, the new term begins and the whole structure of multiple classrooms is thrown into an uncertain construction zone. The spiral has slipped in a puddle of blue water to become an underground lake. Three feathers are back at center, with a fourth and a fifth new friend coming in from the wings. Moons, seeds, centers of self-propelled energy are making their way through the still ill-defined labyrinth to find their place in the Great Mandala.