I always loved it when the teacher told us to put our desks in a circle. There’s a certain energy that comes with a circle. We talk about the “circle of life.” A circle has no beginning and no end. It is inclusive and everlasting. Players of wind instruments practice “circular breathing.” Modern dancers visualize circles when performing triplet steps. A triplet begins with the first foot stepping forward with knee bent, the second foot follows on the ball of the foot and then the first foot does the same. It’s a down-up-up rhythm done in 3/4 or 6/8 time. So a group of three seems circular to us even though it is really triangular, and of course in Christianity the triangle represents the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
So when I looked around on the Internet for more information about circles I found some interesting lines of study to pursue. Plato’s Seventh Letter which is supposed to explain the perfect circle sounds like something I should check out.
But back to school. I loved when we were told to put our desks in a circle. Maybe it was because it meant we were going to do something fun, or maybe I just liked being seen by all of my classmates at the same time. Was it a chance to confirm my existence or the existence of the kids who sat in the rows behind me?
Today in the work world I have to admit that I like going to meetings. I know they take up time that you could be spending being productive, but it’s a chance to be with people. I like people. Despite the fact that there are so many horrible, mean idiots out there, I really like being with people. Funny how you’re the same person as an adult that you were as a child.