• For in grief nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

    C. S. Lewis: For in grief nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. 
 Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?
    C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.28, Faber & Faber