My friend said, “Your limitations are defined by knowing which questions to ask.”

But I was afraid I’d grown too old to ask questions. I tend to immediately identify what is presented to my ears, eyes, and mind. I identify it, and I file it away in its place in my mind which is a good thing as far as survival is concerned.

When I draw a telephone pole, I attempt to draw the wood’s molecules spinning together and wonder if the tree’s spirit is still living in the dry wood, but I don’t ask enough questions.

Everyday I’m disappointed when I open my mailbox and complain, “What? No tiara?” So Amy bought me a bright plastic one for my birthday.https://nancy-mauerman.pixels.com/featured/2-self-portrait-nancy-mauerman.html