“And what is the name of the month
that falls between December and January?
By what authority did they number
the twelve grapes of the cluster?
Why didn’t they give us longer
months that last all year?
Did spring never deceive you”
with kisses that didn’t blossom?”
Neruda has his book of questions. Each question could be a meditation. And each one of us, taking the time, could write our own book of questions. Once written, perhaps we then could open to the answers that swirl around us in the ethers. Ready to be snatched from space and turned over and around–examined in a state of awe at some wisdom that usually lies outside of our usual perceptions. Until we take the time to tune in.
While a child, asking questions wasn’t allowed. The land of childhood was ruled by a tyrant, a dictator, my father. In his land of authority, questions weren’t supposed to be thought let alone voiced! That said, every child has questions. They are born into a world that they are yet to discover. Under such circumstances, questions, when we learn to talk, are a natural response to being alive. They are the avenue of discovery of what the heck we’re doing here. To have that normal curiosity curtailed, inhibited or prohibited is a sin.
Today, in the midst of a pandemic, we have questions…and yes, we question our elected authority figures, the scientists and researchers and our religious or spiritual teachers. We turn to one another inquiring into “what’s going on here?” And we are hard pressed to get direct and truthful answers. The frustration that we feel in the face of a pandemic is exacerbated by a media that contradicts itself. Sometimes the lack of wise leadership compounds the challenges that we are facing personally as a result of the pandemic.
All of this uncertainty doesn’t prevent us from asking the questions that surface for each one of us. Get your journal and write the questions that weigh on your mind at this time. They are important. They are relevant. While they are your individual questions, chances are that they are the questions from your subconscious and/or the greater unconscious. I trust the questioning process. Choose one question and don’t force an answer. Linger with the question for a day or the week. When answers come to you, write them in your journal beneath the question. And answers are going to come. This process has been very helpful when I crafted creative writing workshops.
The invitation to lean into your questions is placed on the table. It is an activating process.