Curiosity is not much concerned with endings at all.
How can it be, when each new question sparks
A dozen more, and then a thousand?
Curiosity has only time for two obsessions—
To begin and
To begin again.
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As I reflected on your post, I thought more and more about how we treat curiosity solely as an intellectual thing but it has such physical repercussions: the time, effort, and movement required to explore. True curiosity asks much from us, but it only wants to energize, renew, and heal us in return. Thank you for posting!
I love this, and love the poem! What a beautiful reminder to honor our inner and outer child! Your journal posts are some of the very best and precious things I read. Thank you’. 🙏🏻
I love these lines:
watching grasshoppers dance, my arms
full of only what the world can give
🌱❤️
I'd never thought before about the fine line between energy and anxiety. But this really resonates. Thank you.
Curiosity seems a selfish thing
To those who see it from outside.
A thing that serves itself and drags us along
To follow its questions to all their ends.
But curiosity serves not its own ends
Nor anyone else’s—
Curiosity is not much concerned with endings at all.
How can it be, when each new question sparks
A dozen more, and then a thousand?
Curiosity has only time for two obsessions—
To begin and
To begin again.
—-
As I reflected on your post, I thought more and more about how we treat curiosity solely as an intellectual thing but it has such physical repercussions: the time, effort, and movement required to explore. True curiosity asks much from us, but it only wants to energize, renew, and heal us in return. Thank you for posting!
This is nice, Jonathan. And brings to mind how often children like to explore!
Kaitlin, I decided to try to let a poem flow out, and this came forth. Thank you for the prompt!
It’s okay to come out now,
the shadows are gone,
at least for a while,
and there is peace and quiet
again.
The sunshine beckons
to the forest just beyond
these walls.
The mountains in the distance
and the mighty oceans that
roar and roll
call for our children to play.
One day there will be
an end to these wars,
no more screaming,
no more fear
and the lion will play
With the deer.
One day, one day...
Now, in this beautiful, joyful moment
there arew songs to be sung,
and smiles to be found.
It is time to dance.
Now, we will shield you with Love.
I love this, and love the poem! What a beautiful reminder to honor our inner and outer child! Your journal posts are some of the very best and precious things I read. Thank you’. 🙏🏻
Powerful vital relevance to me! Thank you for sacred healing wisdom!