There is something extraordinary about a circle, that round shape, reminiscent of beachballs and donuts, of round pudgy babies, wedding rings, and the circle of a hug.
Hunters circle the area for game.
Teenagers and football players huddle in tight exclusive circles while ancient men circled the Round Table to confer and conspire. When women come together, for whatever reason, they create a circle. And inside that women's circle lives the myster and magic not of the hot fiery sun, but of the cool mystical moon. A sense of timelessness, safety, and strength permeates the space. No one enters without feeling it and no one leaves without feeling its loss.