Author: clfuu

“The more I wonder, the more I love.”
― Alice Walker

When has wonder led you to love?

We know that our lives, like all lives, are finite, and that bodies die. We suspect that our lives, all lives, are also infinite, whether because of a soul that continues once the body is gone or simply through the lives we have touched that continue to touch other lives after we are gone. One way or another, our truest Self arrives from, and goes back into, mystery.

How do you hope your life will continue when you enter the mystery?

Archeologists can tell us a great deal about ancient civilizations, but there will always be more that is simply lost to the sands of time. More mysterious still are the ways in which our distant ancestors have shaped us—things we know and things we do without ever recognizing that they come to us from our deep history.

What do you know without being able to identify the source of that knowledge?

In just a moment a puff of breath, or simply the wind, will transform the perfect, starry globe of the dandelion head into a hundred floating travelers in search of a place to land and grow. No seed knows where it will land. They probably don’t even know that they are on the verge of going.

When has a significant journey come to you as a surprise?

Life is a dangerous journey, and there’s no doubt that it pays to exercise caution and watch where you are going. But what’s the point, if you can’t have fun along the way?

What form of enjoyment makes you throw caution to the wind?