I'm Unpacking

if there is a secret something, if there is a shadow something, if there is a forbidden something, it needs to be looked into. Those who would develop consciousness pursue all that stands behind the readily observable: the unseen chirping, the mucked window, the lamenting door, the lip of light beneath a sill.

They pursue these mysteries until the substance of the matter is laid open to them.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes~

Image Source: Two Ton Manta Ray

The questions are a gift. I didn't search for them. I didn't will them to being. Bit by bit they showed up in my life. Little mysteries. At first, I ran away. To ask, to open those doors frightened me.

I wasn't supposed to ask these types of questions.

where was god

why did he cause this to happen

what about those that hear him while walking through the woods yet can't say an exact time and place that he met them

are they lost?

I often felt that it was wrong for me to ask. To search and study. Permission was handed to me by a friend to lean into these questions. Try to unpack them. So here I am. Staring off into space, learning to breathe and appreciate the questions.

Do you have questions that make you or others around you uncomfortable? How are you unpacking them?

(Joining Emily for Imperfect Prose)