Questions

I awakened to a world of possibilities this morning. Stretching, looking out at the sunshine glancing off the trees and the clouds billowing in the sky, smelling the first hints of summer wafting through my window, left me feeling just like I did at ten years old.

I rose. Showered. Walked. And questions rained down on me, but I know from long experience that answers to questions come in their own time.

Trying to force answers, trying to make them fit, is like trying to pick a bloom before the stem has even emerged from the ground.

All things happen in their own time, both pleasant and unpleasant and the best thing I can do is allow this to happen.

Growth comes through research, through a mind open to all the possibilities and experiences that living this life entails. Questions need to lie fallow while the sun shines, the rain falls and the earth cares for them.

Eventually the answers burst into bloom and I will have the choice to pick them or not.