Not every question requires an answer, a Google search, an AI chat, or a definitive ‘here’s what it means’. Some questions just need space and room to be a question. They need their own place to live for a while. Instead of being tied to an answer.
I think the Divine lives in those kinds of questions. Awe lives in them. So does beauty and wonder and wisdom and possibility. It’s not always about an answer. Maybe, eventually, a revelation, some tiny something, a nugget, a bright spot, another kernel, a small opening, an inner knowing.
I’m thinking answers are over-rated. I like living in the question sometimes. I like the sense and the feeling of it.
How does the hummingbird know when to head south?
How many generations built this cathedral?
How many shades of green are there in the woods?
What are the birds talking about?
Why does grief feel so heavy?
What is this recurring thought trying to tell me?
What do I really know for sure?
I take a deep breath and then…hmmmmm…I wonder.
Sigh
Paula
