Today’s page in my abecedarium plants us firmly in the land of Q.
I am by nature a curious person. My days are filled with questions. But even deeper than that, I think my life is filled with intentional queries.
A dictionary definition of query might include:
“a question, especially one addressed to an official or organization; to ask a question about something, especially in order to express one’s doubts about it or to check its validity or accuracy.”
I like to think I’m in deep connection with my soul, in frequent conversation – and I tend to think of those interactions as queries. I don’t exactly subscribe to the dictionary’s definition – I’m not asking an official or organization, and I certainly don’t think of my soul as separate from myself. Nor am I asking something because I have doubts or want verification. But I do think of queries as an intentional opportunity to turn within and listen to my heart.
I have a number of queries that are frequent touchpoints. Sometimes I’ll journal them. Sometimes I carry them lightly; sometimes I hold them deeply.
Because Q is the 17th letter in our alphabet, and our guest star today, I’m listing seventeen queries.
- Who am I becoming?
- How can I scatter joy?
- How much can I open to receive the magic coming to me now?
- Is my hair being pulled by the stars again? (tip of the hat to Anais Nin)
- What light am I holding deep in my roots?
- What can I water my dreams with?
- Does anyone really know what time it is? (thank you Chicago)
- Where can I risk delight?
- How can I live so my presence here is an out-going love letter?
- What path do I want to follow?
- What do I want to be looking at in a new way?
- What do I need to say three times to be understood – once for each ear and once for the heart? (with gratitude to Mark Nepo)
- What am I intentionally inviting into my space?
- What are the values that I uphold?
- How can I navigate the inner and the outer aligned with who I am and how I wish to show up?
- How beautifully autumn leaves grow old – how full of light and color their last days are. How can I be like that? (thank you John Burroughs)
- How can my life be the poem I wish to write?
What questions do you ask? What are you curious about? What Q thing is delighting you? Do tell – you know I love to hear.