<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>June on The Field Blog</title><link>https://thefield.blog/essays/2025/06/</link><description>Recent content in June on The Field Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-in</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2025 10:00:00 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://thefield.blog/essays/2025/06/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Circling back to the echo of emptiness</title><link>https://thefield.blog/essays/circling-back-to-the-echo-of-emptiness/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2025 10:00:00 +0530</pubDate><guid>https://thefield.blog/essays/circling-back-to-the-echo-of-emptiness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As has been done multiple times, I have circled back again lately. Not in a literal sense, but emotionally. I have had some incredible new experiences in the recent months and years – moments that should have filled me to the brim. And yet, there is this familiar ache, this kind of hollow space that just… persists.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is a feeling when you are supposed to be soaring, but you still feel a bit grounded and stuck. And then, you still push through, try new things, meet new people, and open yourself up to different perspectives, and believe it will be different this time, but it is not. Even with all these amazing new puzzle pieces, the overall picture still feels incomplete.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>