Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more. "Every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things." – Tennyson
A lot of things I’ve been thinking and learning about lately—including Transactional Analysis psychology (as I touched on in my last post), racism, religion, anthropology, philosophy, and neuroscience—came together in my thoughts to weave this poem. It’s still an early draft of it, though, I think.
The shadows in the landscapes of our past
spawned explanation-stories; we survived.
But now that we are safe and fed, our eyes
can see that our old stories need not last.
Get new data, write a new story—or
try not having the answers at all. You
will be an Everest-scaler, one who
climbs beyond the average to find far more.
There is easy peace in knowing. To stay
on the old homestead is comfortable. But
to seek, explore, and question (you can come
back later, wiser) is the rich mind’s way.
“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.”
Andre Gide, The Counterfeiters