{"id":32590,"title":"Circles Taught Me Where to Begin","description":"In the fast-paced world we live in, where productivity is often measured by the quantity of tasks completed and the speed at which they are done, it's easy to forget the value of slowing down, of embracing simplicity, and of immersing ourselves in the present moment.  As an artist, my way to reconnect with these fundamental aspects of life: walking in circles.  It may sound counterintuitive, but this seemingly repetitive and mundane activity has taught me the art of decentering, and in doing so, has reinvigorated my creative spirit, and maybe also my mental health","content":"<p>Perhaps there is no through,<\/p><p>there\u2019s a turnaround,<\/p><p>there\u2019s a head down, underground,<\/p><p>or there is a return to sender.<\/p><p>We are all circling the coil,<\/p><p>stretched thin, the memory of me being eight years old,<\/p><p>being ferried between parents at weekends,<\/p><p>me, an adult decision to save:<\/p><p>save money,<\/p><p>save energy,<\/p><p>save myself first, selfish,<\/p><p>as if hoarding strength<\/p><p>will eventually buy you a straight line.<\/p><p>And so you hide away in the natural world,<\/p><p>because nature doesn\u2019t mind a feral one,<\/p><p>as she treats me like one of her children.<\/p><p>Out there, in the undergrowth,<\/p><p>your brambles hurt, too much, not enough,<\/p><p>sometimes just enough to keep me moving,<\/p><p>and feel like weather warming<\/p><p>rather than wrongdoing, rightdoing,<\/p><p>or what\u2019s left to be doing.<\/p><p>I read you should talk to yourself,<\/p><p>or maybe that\u2019s talk to your plants,<\/p><p>speaking in the we, the royal we,<\/p><p>acknowledging the inner assembly,<\/p><p>the me that\u2019s tired, that\u2019s brave,<\/p><p>that can remember the fable fully,<\/p><p>the one with the single set of footprints,<\/p><p>someone carried, loved.<\/p><p>Circles taught me where to begin.<\/p><p><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/kru48h1zmrzjzbhrrktrombfnvepvh45bbvnc6n6jcs3kuui.png.jpg?w=1140&amp;h=auto\" alt=\"kru48h1zmrzjzbhrrktrombfnvepvh45bbvnc6n6jcs3kuui.png.jpg?w=1140&amp;h=auto\" \/><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/fbbhcmtorbsdmjolj5c511hum9s6hpopsjiz8kzr9wscjlwz.png.jpg?w=1140&amp;h=auto\" alt=\"fbbhcmtorbsdmjolj5c511hum9s6hpopsjiz8kzr9wscjlwz.png.jpg?w=1140&amp;h=auto\" \/><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/ob4sgj2tiucpymhgyyj0rp8rm5hoxohqzqsan8py32zaxyup.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"ob4sgj2tiucpymhgyyj0rp8rm5hoxohqzqsan8py32zaxyup.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p>","urlTitle":"circles-taught-me-where-to-begin","url":"\/blog\/circles-taught-me-where-to-begin\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/circles-taught-me-where-to-begin\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/lostcampitos.com\/blog\/circles-taught-me-where-to-begin\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1697042299,"updatedAt":1767301455,"publishedAt":1767301454,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":209850,"name":"Lost Campitos"},"tags":[{"id":2886,"code":"matteo","name":"Matteo","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/matteo\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/943bdrgp281m1ho5nt6uv9fcl909hwkwntmg157zhwyaknx3.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/943bdrgp281m1ho5nt6uv9fcl909hwkwntmg157zhwyaknx3.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/943bdrgp281m1ho5nt6uv9fcl909hwkwntmg157zhwyaknx3.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"What I learned by Walking in Circles","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":24851,"title":"Love","url":"\/blog\/love\/","urlTitle":"love","division":209850,"description":"Artist Matteo Delred and writer Rebecca Mar\u00eda reflect on love. 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