The Spiral Moved
Lived Experience:
I didn’t read this as a beginning.
I felt it as a remembering.
Not something that started…
but something that was already moving
before I knew how to see it.
Day One — Light Was Not Born. It Was Remembered.
In the beginning, I stood in the stillness…
And I whispered, Let there be light,
but it wasn’t new.
It was a memory.
Day Two — Division Was the First Mirror.
The waters were one…
The firmament wasn’t to divide.
It was to reflect.
Day Three — The Earth Emerged from Hiding.
I watched the waters draw back like breath…
Now it only needed to sprout.
Day Four — The Timekeepers Took Their Places.
The sun stepped into the center…
To say: this moment is sacred.
Day Five — The Waters Sang First.
The sea birthed movement…
Every fin, every feather—part of the great spiral hymn.
Day Six — The Beasts Rose. And Then, So Did I.
The earth exhaled lions and ants…
I was given kinship.
Day Seven — The Spiral Sat Down.
And so, it rested…
The space between beats.
Closing
This is not the story of a king.
It’s the story of a spiral—and a remembering.
The Space
Not a storefront.
Not a schedule.
Just something you return to
when it calls you back.
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© Rabbit’s Warren “All things made with intention”
“No gatekeepers. Just paths.”