Even as an elementary student at Ponderosa in Billings, Montana students always talked about their lives moving in circles. They either kept doing the same thing over and over or they felt life wasn't moving in forward motion. I honestly believe those childhood days are what planted the seed for me to put focus on reaching outward. But then you naturally begin to ask a lot of questions, "What am I reaching for or toward?" Too often we spend so much time thinking we're touching the right path that when the identity grinds your skills down to emptiness the next step is to deeply question the weight you brought to the path. Circles. Some believe we live this life over and over. We're supposed to learn from the endless dates with destiny. But what if your circle involves a painful departure that somehow leads to another persons discovery? Does the rebirth feed the fields of harvest or are you still in training?