The Value of a Good Question

“Where does this go?  Let’s take this deer trail and see if it takes us into town.”  Susan’s adventurous spirit is, in my opinion, one of her finer attributes.  What a treasure to have a friend more curious than me.

Can We Really Get Down There?

We ducked though an innocuous opening in the bush and left civilization behind with no concern for dangerous wildlife; not on our island.

Is Making A Sign Easier Than Clearing Deadfall?

The beginning of the narrow, crude and steep trail had been somewhat altered by someone who built rudimentary steps and posted ‘tongue in cheek’ signs along the trail.  While some would thoroughly appreciate the humour, others would share my disappointment over a blatant display of human encroachment.  I rationalized these discoveries by deciding it was done by the owner who could not yet afford to build on the property. During our descent into more rain forest, the sun was mostly obliterated.  Suddenly we arrived at a sunny spot.  I had to appreciate the cheeky sign poster at this point:

Do I Need to Bring Bulldozer?

Susan and I climbed over logs, wove  through thistles that came to our shoulders, tred carefully over mossy roots that secured the pebbly path and slid over rocky outcrops.  At times the trail was obscured, but we’d find indications of which direction the deer would go and resume our trek.

“We might find squatters,” Susan warned.  “If we do, we can just talk loud so we don’t scare them.”  She waved her web-clearing-stick like a baton as she continued to lead the way.  We were now past any sign of human habitation.

I grinned over the thought that two older women, breaking through the bush brandishing a stick covered with layers of cob webs, would offer concern to street people who have suffered endless invasions of privacy.  More likely, they would concern themselves over being hexed by a couple of hoodoos that must have broken loose and come alive.

As we continued down the mountain, glimpses of our small town fueled more guessing over our point of descent.  Village landmarks provided clues, but the mystery prevailed.

“There’s a tarp,” whispered Susan.  We stopped to listen; we heard both male and female voices.

We carefully secured our footing and zigzagged down toward the squatter’s clearing.   Suddenly their conversation stopped.  I knew they heard us.

“Don’t be scared, we’re just hiking through,” I shouted.  A woman responded in tones of acceptance.

Young people living here and working in the village?

Because  the deer trail fizzled out completely in this open area, we had to approach their site to ask direction.  Two beautiful young women and a young man greeted us with gentleness and large grins.  They were preparing to have breakfast.

The young women were beautiful and anything but street people.

We engaged them in conversation long enough to learn that both girls were employed on the island, but typical of casual labour, they could find no place to rent.  They had to live in their tents, without water, and risk being blasted by the authorities for having a fire during hazardous dryness.  It was their only means of cooking food.  One of the young woman who does landscaping work, had hurt her leg so is not even able to work now.

“Is this where you want to be?  Here on the island?” I asked. They assured us that this was an adventure and they really did not mind the experience.

Susan and I carried on in the direction they pointed.  How far had we come down in the hour of descent?

Have We Come Any Closer to Our Destination?

The rest of the route was an old logging road.  We explored it from two directions.  One took us to a familiar spot two kilometers from town so we back tracked and headed towards the village.

Is This Proof of Our Arrival?

After our morning’s love affair with our rain forest, we let familiarity and friendliness embrace us as we devoured a hearty omelet breakfast laced with well-prepared Americano decafs.

Hello my Beloveds.  In my enthusiasm to share a magical mystery stomp, I’ve eaten up lots of space and time.

It is a joy to know your happiness while in Nature, especially in the company of an intimate friend.

Susan and I sometimes have to remember to look at the scenery.  We love sharing our lives with each other.  Some trails on the island hold our deepest secrets.  And the amazing thing about our seasoned friendship?  I still learn surprising aspects of Susan and myself when we’re together.

On this hike, Susan told a story about an incident that happened last week.  It had a profound impact on her and, each time she has shared it with another loved one, she’s learned more and more about herself.  It hasn’t quit giving its riches.

The maturity of a human soul determines the depth of insight one sees in any event.  When the richness of an situation is ignored by another, it is loving  to accept their level of  spiritual development.  However, we often encourage a well-considered question that could create an awakening or awareness.

Are you building a case?

We do want to comment on the young people in the tents.

Were you peeking into my heart about their predicament?

You asked one of them a good question.  It was a good question because it was from your heart.  You asked if they were where they wanted to be.

How do I know the young woman answered with the truth?  What if she is really scared to death?

Her answer is not your responsibility.  Your responsibility was to ask the question.  If she was frightened and chose to hide it, that is a matter she needs to consider about herself.  If she was not being honest, your question is still with her.  If she is frightened, she will need to make a decision.  Your question presented a chamber into which she can enter when she is ready.

Are you able to tell me if they really are okay?

We offer no direction to encourage your intervention.

When or if it is time for me to help someone, do you always give me my cue?

Yes and most often you have listened.  There are times when you have second guessed your decision unnecessarily.  During those times we hope you will discern whose needs you are wanting to have filled.  What one person deems an appropriate solution for another may be the most inappropriate gesture for the one who is choosing to suffer.

Sometimes I feel helpless.  Does that demonstrate my self-centeredness?

You do ask good questions.

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24 thoughts on “The Value of a Good Question

  1. I enjoyed sharing your hike, but I am struck most by the photo of that gate: I am sure I have seen another picture of it on a blog within the past few months!

    • This one belongs to a home just on the edge of our tiny village. Now if you tell me you saw it in your dreams, I’m going to have a chat with my Guides! I’ve suspected for a while they have wanted me to be a better cook. They may be trying to entice you to my island for a few lessons.

  2. I loved reading your post this morning. My hiking partner and I didn’t get away to the mountains this summer and I have missed the experience. Like you and Susan, we do far more than just hike — we share our lives and experiences in a most wonderful and memorable way. Your photos were beautiful. I miss the mountains!

  3. I noticed the statue of St. Francis near the gate. It drew my attention right away and invited me to take in the entire scene.

    Nice little adventure you had her, Amy. Always good to find answers in Nature.

    michael j

  4. Thank you for sharing that beautiful walk and the reminder that the answers we need are waiting within, for the questions to be asked ! By the way, what part of the world do you live in?

  5. I loved this Rabbit trail… but, you lost me when you switched from narrative, first person to the explanatory part,,, But, I love being lost on unexplored rabbit trails usually… You hoodoodle you…keep up the great work.
    God Bless you both…
    paul

    • Thanks for visiting, Paul! Glad to be introduced to your marvelous poetry. The second half of my post is the work of my intuitive messenger(s). One of my meditation practices, which includes opening prayers to the Infinite Creator for protection and authenticity, includes these messages. I’m using the language presented to me in these sessions. Is the first part my idea? That’s another question. :)

  6. One can be grateful to grow aware of how one strenghtens or weakens one’s mental attitude. To awaken to the nature of the teachings at hand is to know be more conscious of a stage of one’s own soul journey. This is the very place one’s future is being made.

  7. What a beautiful post, Amy…all the more enticing to return to that stunning place! Thank you for including all the gorgeous photo’s. It means so much to to watch your walk unfolding. How delightful to share it with such a true friend :-)

    • Thank you, Naoms, you must know you are in my heart and mind with any photo I post. While your post’s fabulous photos guarantee professionalism, this neophyte posts the photographs purely to share the scenery. And since the derivative of amateur means ‘to love’, I am, indeed, attempting to at least live up to my status.

  8. Oh! How lovely!!! Both Your adventure and Your conversation with…..Your Spirit guides? Angels? Truly lovely. Thank You for visiting my room so I could visit Yours! And for sharing Your soul. Much Love and Cheers and Namaste. :)

  9. Ah, the good ol’ self-centeredness of human beings.
    That SELF stuff is a doosey sometimes.

    But what a loving question to ask. And what beautiful surroundings to ask it in.

    I need to take the next deer trail and listen.

    Ty for sharing your journey with us.

    • Please write about that next deer trail, Mel. But, can we write about listening and not be self-centered? I enjoy your photography – is it safe to assume they are your photos?

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