My Secret Wish

October Offerings

Photo: A hummock of Japanese stiltgrass on a tree stump, Tallman State Park

Yesterday there was a conversation about my wish. My question.

I've mentioned before that it's important to find my own question. A question about life that comes from deep inside me, that is formed by who I am, not by everything I’ve read in books. A question that emerges from the deepest part of thought, from my essence.

The individual I was having this discussion with expressed anguish regarding the fact that they did not know what their question was. I think we can all relate to that. If we are not in touch with our essence and the deepest part of our thought, if little or nothing flows from the soul into our being—as is perhaps too often the case –then how can I know what my own real question is?