Spiralmore

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6. Circles of Calm

Stillness is not absence. It is motion unseen. In the centre of a spiral, movement exists, circling quietly, holding everything together. Stillness is the eye of the hurricane, the calm at the heart of spinning galaxies, the gentle curl of water in a shell held in the palm.

I sit by a quiet pond and watch a single leaf drift. It begins to circle, tracing a slow spiral on the surface, turning inward, then outward, then around again. Time seems to stretch. Nothing moves, yet everything is moving. I realise that the spiral is not only shape and motion, it is stillness too. To watch, to breathe, to observe without interference is to trace the spiral inward, to find the centre that is always present.

The spiral of stillness is patience. It reminds us that even when life spins out of control, even when storms rage, there is always a point within, a place of balance, of reflection, of quiet energy. Nature demonstrates this endlessly: the tree’s rings record centuries of change in concentric curves; the snail carries a home in a spiral of protection; the galaxy spins while stars form and die in perfect rhythm. All are still, all are moving, all are spiralling.

In stillness, the spiral becomes a metaphor. Thoughts curl inward, emotions loop upon themselves, memories fold gently, layering meaning upon meaning. The quiet centre is a place of understanding, where the complexity of existence condenses into simplicity. It is a reminder that movement does not always mean noise, and presence does not always mean action.

Even in our busiest lives, the spiral invites us to pause, to follow its gentle arc toward the centre, to breathe and be. Here, we find connection to ourselves, to others, to the greater motion of the universe. The spiral of stillness is subtle but profound: it moves through silence, teaching us that the most important motions are often the ones we cannot see.

The leaf drifts to the edge of the pond, the water quiets, and I sit longer, tracing the spiral inward and outward, letting its calm motion carry me. The stillness moves, and I move with it.

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