Nope, I cannot say for sure why the chicken crossed the road. Or, in this case, the turkeys. Sometimes I listen for the whispers to tell me. Sometimes I cannot hear the answer and then I have to ponder, did I ask a question? Sometimes, you just aren’t sure what the question is. Maybe you got an answer but since you were not clear on the question, the answer goes unnoticed. That pondering, I confess, makes me chuckle. Almost as much as wondering why this image returned to me tonight. And then to wonder, not only why the image but Rilke’s words regarding questions and answers. I shall simply bookmark this little scrich and be grateful the turkeys…and hopefully the chickens…made it safe to the other side. They did so because an oncoming car stopped just in time. Maybe that’s the answer…or the question….

I want to ask you, as clearly as I can, to bear with patience all that is unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves, as if they were rooms yet to enter or books written in a foreign language. Don’t dig for answers that can’t be given you yet: you live them now. For everything must be lived. Live the questions now, perhaps then, someday, you will gradually, without noticing, live into the answer. ~ M. Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet”