The Wisdom in Asking Questions


Woke up around 5 something in the morning and started crocheting the owl key chains for one of my custom made orders.

As I was stacking those colorful and unfilled pieces up (the fun in making colorful projects) and looking at my other owl project, this scenario came to my mind:

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Have you ever encountered people asking you a very simple question and yet you just have the toughest time or feeling too awkward to give them an answer?

At times, we tend to just blurt out questions with no consideration of the person’s feelings just because we wanted AN ANSWER to satisfy our curiosity at that very moment — and I am guilty of that.

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Simple and seemingly harmless questions can and will transform into daggers when they are being thrown out at the incorrect moment and hit the bull eye of one’s heart.

Therefore, besides cracking our heads in trying to give people their answers, we may need to spare a few moments in our lives to develop the wisdom in asking a good, sometimes stupid but definitely not a question that would hurt.

Did I offer peace today?

Did I bring a smile to someone’s face?

Did I say words of healing?

Did I let go of my anger and resentment?

Did I forgive? Did I love?

These are the real questions.

I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits; 

Here in this world and the life to come.

Henri Nouwen

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This is just a short post inspired by my crocheting projects as I am still in the midst of getting my blogging mojo back.

If you lovely souls are interested to read more on owls and ‘asking questions’, here are the links for the posts which I’ve written in the past:

 

Thank you for reading this post and have a wonderful weekend ahead!

Till then,

Cheers & TTFN~ 😀

 

Never, Never…Part 2


When I was around thirteen or fourteen, Lovable Mom needed some crochet items which my Godmother knew how to make.

With this rather-than-giving-you-a-fish-I-am-giving-you-the-rod mindset in her head, Lovable Mom asked me to learn crocheting from my Godmother instead of asking her to make it.

WELL…

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HMM…

Since I’ve had bad experiences with using two needles, perhaps I might just do better with one needle.

SO…I TOOK THE CHALLENGE…

…AND…

I MANAGED TO FINISH IT!

…*yippee*…

Although I had finished crocheting the item that Lovable Mom wanted, it was never up to her expectation(s).

“Tsk..Tsk…Tsk….your stitches are too tight.” 

“The ruffle edges are supposed feel softer, just like the ones we had before.”

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Despite getting all the steps correct, I was not able to control the tension of the yarn during crocheting.

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I had become that very angry girl, once again!

It seemed that my brain and my fingers were not able to understand the word ‘consistency’ and this had proven to be a big problem for me.

Although Lovable Mom was very disappointed with the end products, I did try crocheting a few more sets over those years, thinking that perhaps more practices might just perfect my crocheting skill. Alas, all of them ended up having disappointing results.

Thus, I decided to stop crocheting and never to touch a piece of yarn again even when Lovable Mom asked me to make a few more during years later.

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…*sob*sob*…Those ‘tension-filled’ crocheting experiences of mine…*sob*sob*…

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(To be continued…)