Are you curious


Hello friends,

There I was, on our tiny back mud porch—earbuds in, writing business podcast queued up—putting my boots on. A strange, metallic noise sounded from the back garden. I looked up. A crow was at the birdbath. Not the source. I shrugged, slung my bag with my writing paraphernalia over my shoulder, pressed play on the podcast, and stepped out.

The strange sound cut through the podcast voices. Pulling an earbud out, I found the source: a squirrel on the fence, busily grabbing, squeezing, and chewing at crushed aluminum soda can.

“What are you doing, squirrel?” I asked.

It stopped to stare at me, one paw bracing the can on its edge.

“What are you looking at?” Its dark eyes seemed to say.

I wanted to get closer, but snapped a not-super-sharp photo at a distance.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll leave you alone.”

On my walk, I wondered about that squirrel. Did it want to taste the sugar traces left inside the can? Did it just like the sound? Was it building some strange squirrel sculpture? I will likely never know.

But I did know the squirrel had some curiosity driving it, even if the only quest was whether it could access a strange, sweet treat. This is something I share all the time with folks who are struggling: “Can you invoke curiosity about X, Y, or Z?”

Invoking curiosity enables me to keep going when I hit a wall, whether with writing, relationships, business, or the world at large. As soon as we say, “I wonder…” possibility opens where none was perceived before.

We are in times that require both fortitude and curiosity. I’m wishing you a bit of both. There are myriad things we can face with a curious heart and mind. If nothing else, remember the strangeness of a squirrel with an aluminum can…

Best wishes — Thorn


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