The curiosity of healing

What if, instead of chasing the "why,"

We leaned into the how,

And asked, What was the moment's truth,

Not just the reason behind the vow?

What if we could trace the currents

That shaped the present tide—

What if our questions, soft and kind,

Held space for what we cannot hide?

Can we ask ourselves with tenderness,

“What feelings colored my view?”

And in the hearts of others,

Could we see their struggles too?

What if, instead of pointing fingers,

We asked, "What systems failed today?"

Not as a way to blame or shame,

But to help us heal and find our way.

What if the past, with all its weight,

Could shift to now, to here, to this?

A question not of guilt, but grace—

"How can I move forward with soft, steady bliss?"

And what if, in this curious quest,

We sought not answers but growth,

Learning in the cracks and breaks,

How to build, how to trust, how to flow?

For healing isn't found in blame,

But in questions that invite release,

In seeking understanding’s name,

And finding kindness in the peace.

So, let us ask with open hearts,

And honor all that’s torn and whole—

For curiosity can guide us,

To heal, to learn, to make us whole.