Two weeks ago I got an answer to a question I’ve been asking for three years. Three years isn’t even my longest stint. I have questions I’ve been asking for 20 years or more.
These years don’t involve me posing the question to a lot of people and getting their input. It’s mostly me trying to formulate the words of the question itself. Through action, through contemplation, through observation.
We’re looking for our answers backwards: When the question can be formed, the answer is available.
(A story of resistance and surrender) The next morning it rained. I buttoned up a warm jacket and set out to find my feet again. Sleepless eyes squinting at the fine mist, I walked with the company of the question: had it really happened? It had. You made me want what...
Every year on my daughter’s birthday I write her a love letter. One day maybe she will want to read them. My sweet girl, I had written an entirely different letter for you this year. It was complete and perfect in its expression of love for who you have been in my...
Come close, dear. I have a secret to share. Your resistance contains wisdom. Multitudes of wisdom. Like a chest filled with golden, glistening treasures. You just need to stop shutting the lid if you want the gems. Now, I know what you’re going to say. But Sonja, you...
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40