‘there are years that ask questions, and years that answer.’
-zora neale hurston
i’m certain i’m deep in the season of questions.
cobe needs to know everything. his curiosity about the way things work is insatiable.
and finn began asking why last week.
and not only that but i’m questioning.
am i doing it right
am i doing enough
am i doing too much
where do we go from here
i find myself awake at 3am and the moment my mind recognizes wakefulness, the questions rush in
like a hard, noisy rain. never-ending pellets.
deep breaths sometimes slow the downpour
and writing & photography clear the skies a bit
but i can’t shake the feeling that this season of questions will remain until i find the answers.
or until the answers find me.
so i ask another question,
should i seek or should i sit?
somedays my voice echoes with no response
and somedays i hear whispers of intuition
like the sound of scooters gliding through puddles
and the smell of things blooming after a hard rain.