On resting in the unknowing

I’m sitting in the doorway of the old cabin, waiting for the felting machine to finish its cycle.

This is a good place to stop. To pause and sit with the unknowing.

Not trying to answer all the big questions like why children die, how we can stop injustice, or what we must do to cherish the earth.

Or, closer to home, what have I done with my one precious life…

Instead, to sit with the questions as wise companions that help us become more human.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿