Last week on "Gray's Anatomy", a very profound teaching took place. The story was built around a young man who had been in a car accident which had severed his spinal cord and he couldn't breathe on his own. When he was conscious, Dr. Yang asked him
three questions: "Do you know who you are?" "Do you understand what has happened to you?" and "Do you want to live this way?" The rest of the hour was spent with Dr. Yang asking herself these questions about her own life and
imagining the different scenarios that would result in various answers. And when she asked the man these questions at the end of the show, he shook his head "no".
I usually see that program as a glorified medical soap opera, but this one stayed with
me. The questions stay with me. And they remind me that life is really more of a series of questions rather than finding answers...for really, there are very few answers that don't almost immediately raise another series of questions.
So what if we
held questions as more important than answers? What if wording questions, and dwelling with them, was a serious spiritual practice? What if we didn't pursue answers, but allowed them to arise, change form, change us...and give birth to more questions?
In this world of escalating change, questions - holding them,tracking them, allowing them to deepen inside like wine, inviting them to change us, stepping into the courage to ask true questions - seems a more realistic practice than looking for answers,
and more connecting with the inner and outer worlds.