Trauma has the effect of separating, of rending parts of a life, and a psyche, into scattered, seemingly unrelated bits. The circle is an ancient symbol of the whole. Of feminine power. Sacred completeness. The traumatized brain often has difficulty seeing the whole. Life is defined by powerful, painful chapters; events that dominate the memory and interfere with being grounded in the present. "Chapters..." is an exercise in grounding. The physicality of tearing each individual piece of paper. The slow dripping of sweet-scented warm beeswax. Nestling each separate circle into embraces with the others. Like the leaves of an infinite book holding iteration after iteration of defining moments, the disparate pieces of a life can be reintegrated, sewn back together, held in a gentle yet strong container, and tell the beautiful story of the whole.