It’s true.         .          .
You may never get an Answer
if you don’t ask a Question
but it’s just as true
that sometimes the best Answers
require no Questions.          .          .

I Question
what I QUESTION
A L L
W A Y S
and the
BIGGEST
QUESTIONING OF ALL
is when I
QUESTION
NOT AT ALL
and this
in
UN-MATHEMATICAL TERMS
is
THE CONFUSING
. . .GET IT?
It’s the most precarious
balancing act
of all time:
THAT
razor thin line
bEtWeEn
CURIOSITY
(which we know kills the cat)
and
QUESTIONING
wanting to truly
experience
the
WHY
the
HOW COME
the
WHAT FOR

THE CURE. . .
QUESTION EVERYTHING
HOW COME,
IT
WHAT FOR,
IT
WHY
IT
like a little kid
asking for an ice cream cone
on a hot Summer’s Day
before Dinner
you’re not going to get
until later
and keep
A S k I n G
until you get the
p r o v e r b i a l
“BECAUSE I SAID SO”
and then risk
the ice-cream cone
the late dinner
an early bedtime
an extended
TIME OUT
by starting all over again
with a not-not-so-whimpered:
W H Y. . .

THE MORAL:
Never give up the
Q U E S T I O N I N G
for a
JUST BECAUSE
. . .sometimes the greatest way to remove
THE CONFUSING
is the be
(the inexplicable)
the cause of it

. . .OR THE CHIEF REMOVAL OF IT

Have you ever lost your heart. . . ?
Loaded question, huh?
Well?
What makes it such a touch question
is just trying to figure out
is that a
Physical
Emotional
Psycho-Social
Spiritual
L I T E R A L Question. . .
Ohhhhhhhh how you should know by
NOW
and all nearly some 800 Blog Posts later
that I’m a Sucker for the Sap Movies
and this one,
LAST CHRISTMAS
is maybe the sappiest of all
and it’s leaked a glue over me
that I can’t wash away
(and most likely don’t want to, anyway)
Nothing seems to go right for young Kate, a frustrated Londoner who works as an elf in a year-round Christmas shop. But things soon take a turn for the better when she meets Tom — a handsome charmer who seems too good to be true. As the city transforms into the most wonderful time of the year, Tom and Kate’s growing attraction turns into the best gift of all — a Yuletide romance. . .
Sa-Sa-Saaaaaa-SAPPY, right?
ba-ba-baaa-but
it made me think
IT MADE ME FEEL
the times I’ve lost my
h e a r t
Uhhhhhhh not so much
physically
emotionally
psycho-socially
spiritually
so much as
uh-ohh. . .
dare I write:
metaphysically. . .
and I guess I’m inviting you
to ask
to reflect
a time(S)
you’ve actually lost your heart. . . ?
Can I help answer?
Are you the same you were
10
20
30+
years ago?
What changed from the time you were an infant
to the time you became a toddler
to the time you became a preschooler
to the time you were in elementary school
to the time you were in junior high
to the time you were graduating high school
to the times of different jobs
to the the times of continuing education
to the times of getting married
to the times of having children
to
N O W
. . .just how many,
HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU LOST YOUR HEART
and maybe better still. . .
FOUND IT?
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
Here’s to all of the times to come
and all the Seasons
that’ll allow
the prompting of the question:
WHO AM I?
(MAY THE ANSWER CONTINUALLY BE DIFFERENT
as it has countless times before)