How do I want to grow today?
This is the question I asked myself this morning. And it came to me that I just wanted to let today happen, with no effort to put a framework around it, no trellis for my struggling vines of accomplishment.
I want today to come to me like waves to a shore. I look over my notes from this week, my writings and scribbles, notes found on the kitchen table, the typewriters, the notebook on my bed.
One thing I see is the movement of questions over time.
Now, it happens that I love questions. Of answers, perhaps, I am not so fond, although when I was younger they probably seemed important.
It seems to me there are probably few answers, and maybe there’s a mathematical formula for this (X number of questions, but only Y “true” answers, where “true” is a possibility). The answers are neither quick nor easy; it they are, it’s a question to leave at home boxed up in the closet when I mentally or otherwise travel through the day.
Here are some questions I found this week, in various conversations:
B: well…what is baggage, anyway?
H: Baggage…is anything that keeps you from being close to yourself.
B: what is your preferred method of communication?
H: A nudge in the morning.
Theresa: But where am I going, and why?
Personal writing questions:
What thoughts and readings act as a fertilizer for my writing?
Can I get to my authentic thoughts more clearly, more quickly going into the deep of the coal mine of myself, or ensuring the hot water drips through the bold coffee grinds to arrive at an authentic, bold brew?
What if I just kept a writing diary, without comment or judgment, of what I’m writing, what inspires me, with no thought to an “other”?
How can my writing help me feel…connected? And what does this mean?
Someone asked me this week if I write for entertainment. Here’s a question I can answer easily. The answer is no. I write for enlightenment, discovery, truth, transcendence, meaning.
The rest is just “stuff.”
It is…as my friend said…"baggage."
Maybe the questions come in to the shore like waves, some with whitecaps, some barely noticeable.
I do think I am in love with questions. Answers, maybe not so much. But I love the asking.
What is a good question?
What’s your favorite question, or one that you may be mulling over right now?
Well, this shore is getting a bit lazy as the noonday sun moves overhead. Do take care, be well, and be good to yourself.