Black or white, life or death

Questions, questions, in my head questions…………… there are black ones and white ones, these are easily answered, short one word answers, yes or no, live or die, but its those murky grey ones, the ones that lie in the seemingly unconscious that just sometimes flicker like a naked flame, seem bright and ripe for life.  These are the difficult ones, for just as I am about to pluck them they diminish, in to the gloom they banish themselves, unanswered floating in the void.  Are these the ones that need to die, or are they the ones that will give me the answer that I never tire of the search……….

The image here is one of my pencil drawings made into a repeating pattern, one of black and white, life and death,  one must have many deaths in order to give birth to new growth

The following quote is one I repeat very often

“What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life?

What do I know should die, but am hesitant to allow to do so?

What must die in me in order for me to love?

What not-beauty do I fear? Of what use is the power of the not-beautiful to me today?

What should die today? What should live? What life am I afraid to give birth to?

If not now, when?

Clarissa Pinkola Estes