I had just started writing the first lines of this poem in French when the hosts of the 2 day seminar on the “Art of Harvesting Meaningful Conversations” suggested we all take fifteen minutes for ourselves to reflect upon the individual takeouts of the seminar. This was just before the final circle. So I read the poem as part of my check-out.
There had been quite a few unanswered questions in the group throughout the two days. And I was thinking that questions don’t necessarily need an answer or that, like with harvesting, some things get ripe later, or need a little bit of quiet time. And sometimes asking the question is what allow us to move forward.