Golden Keys &

This drawing was about half way finished when i posted it in August. Finished now for months, its been patiently waiting for me to pull together writing that goes with it. Stuck in a swirl like a merry-go-round whizzing by in a blur, too fast to catch.

i’ve kept at it despite many times considering giving up on it. Unrelenting, It keeps asking to be spoken.

i have numerous versions sometimes that makes editing harder. i get overwhelmed trying to make something of the bits and pieces, salvage the good parts of all of them. Then, it becomes a muddled mess. Sometimes it’s better to start from scratch and see if it comes out fresh and maybe in a more finished way. i’ve done that too without quite getting there…

i am closer and i am down to the wire for the weeks post and its still incomplete. i’ve given myself a deadline to share this drawing. So here it is and here i am about to get on the road to drive for several hours.

It has to go… the drawing complete but the writing  still arguing with me, still in process…

i’ll have to come back to it. For now, i’ll leave you with a few questions…

Does curiosity really kill the cat? 

Why do we say that?

Has shame ever stopped you from asking?

Is questing dangerous?

When things change, is it wise to keep asking, to continue being curious?

i think it is and i’ve been hiding my inner questioner…

Things i keep asking: What’s real?  What’s true?

Yes, i keep asking, asking to help call something new forth. i keep asking for help, asking to listen better and deeper…

Asking for beauty, asking for community, asking for openness, asking for possibility, asking for love, asking for hope.

Maybe i need to stop asking for permission. 

My concern lately and in the thoughts that have been trying to find their right way forth is: 

Are questions becoming a new Scarlet Letter?

i hope by sharing my questioning nature as well as my holding back that, i’ll support and invite others in asking better questions, to find better answers ahead.

Thank you.