Asking Myself…

January 4th, 2009

Amazing, the things we pass day in and day out and never notice. This is carved on a bench set into the side of a fountain in a park by my office. I’ve walked by it dozens of times and never noticed that the sides are incised with questions. I think they’re related to some sort of civic organization that paid for the fountain, but when I finally “saw” them, they seemed like gnomic questions designed to probe the conscience of a passerby. I know I should ask myself this much more often than I do. Is what I’ve written authentic, or just easy filler that approximates the truth? When I have a difficult conversation with my one of my adult children, do I say what’s on my mind or bite my tongue in order to maintain the peace? Do I turn the light on my own behavior or do I automatically think problems or disagreements are my coworker’s fault? Do I love unselfishly enough? I need to stop and sit on that bench every now and then.

4 Responses to “Asking Myself…”

  1. ida b. says:

    I wonder if they have benches at Burning Man?

  2. Allegra Smith says:

    “I need to stop and sit on that bench every now and then.”

    Don’t we all? more often than every now and then in some cases.

  3. dragonflyreflections says:

    I also like this those times when I’m beating myself up over a few pounds gained or an opportunity missed. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Di Mackey says:

    I love your taste in music! Really love it, every time I call by you stun me with some new sound I haven’t heard. Thank you.

    As for the seat, what a lovely idea. We all need to take the time to sit on seats with questions I suspect.