A few weeks ago, I went to this coffee place nearby for the first time. It’s a lovely place, perfect for morning conversations. When I went to the till to pay, there was this little black book laying there over the counter. Quite thick, with a leather cover and the title “The book of answers” engraved in gold on the cover.
It’s a delightful book to play with. You probably know how it works. You think about a question, open it randomly and read the short answer on the page before you.
Then, it’s up to you to decide what you want to do with the answer you get. You can laugh and dismiss it. Or you can take it as a sign.
To me, the best next step is to take the answer as an inspiration to an even better question.
“Creativity rarely begins with an answer.” — from The Way of Nowhere
I’ve been thinking about the magic of questions lately, and about how much, when I encounter a challenging one, I feel the pressure to find an answer. However, it is only when I let go of that urge to answer, and I stay with the question, carrying it with me and allowing for it to do its work, that magic happens.
So, I’ve decided to carry a small notebook with me. I’ll call it my little book of questions.