When I wrote about spirals and mistakes the other day, Lynda came by to join the conversation about it, and wondered if the concept of spirals had too much of the feeling of going round in circles and not enough of moving on or progression. This was typically gentle and encouraging of her — but in truth I actually do go round in circles, revisiting immersion in the same imaginative experience (and then emerging from it) many times before I leave it behind. Because it feels protective, I want to be right inside it, even though it isn't really me.
Thinking about this, when I was chatting with Lynda in the comment thread, brought back to mind this wonderful story by Portia Nelson, called There's a Hole in My Sidewalk: the Romance of Self-Discovery — I first came across it in Wayne Dyer's work. Click on it and it'll enlarge for you to read easily.