Living With Mystery

(A One Little Word Post - the second in a series - to read the first, click here, Believing in Angels)

Let mystery have its place in you; do not be always turning up your whole soil with the plow-share of self-examination, but leave a little fallow corner in your heart for any seeds the winds may bring . . .  
                    Henri Frederic Amiel

By nature, I'm a seeker of explanations, a problem solver, someone that tries to make sense out of everything.  I strive to find meaning beyond my understanding, and motive behind strange behavior. Its no wonder, I spend countless nights lying awake in bed, pondering some daylight encounter or occurrence, trying to remedy some situation, or solve some dilemma.

But, the older I get, the more I realize that there is just too much that I don't know, and I'm willing to concede, that I simply don't posses the intellect, to solve every riddle.  Nor am I willing to sacrifice anymore sleep, puzzling over every conundrum.  In fact, I think there must be some peace, in simply not-knowing!

So, from here on out, the flight of the bumble bee, 

the bloom of a flower,  

the bond between a mother and child,

things I can't see,

things I don't understand, 

and thoughts I cannot hear, shall remain a mystery to me.

If you are a member of the One Little Word Blog Hop, welcome!  Your link to the next hop is http://k84mansramblings.blogspot.com (Katrina).  Sorry, but I had trouble posting the entire blog list.

All photos taken by Mrs. Green Jeans (Karen) in northwestern Pennsylvania, 2010-11.