Surrender to the shape of questions

Hello Hedge School,<br/><br/>Are you in good shape? <br/><br/>Before you rush to answer. Let the words marinate for a while. Good questions require a period of courting. Beyond the literal lies the entertainment of a relationship. An opportunity to take a walk for a while. The quest invitation lies at the heart of every beautiful frame. Let the words fold back in on themselves. Slowly meander and take notice of all that is salient. <br/><br/>Be invited by questions.<br/><br/>So take my opening line. Are you in good shape? A rushed answer will refer to the state of our bodies. Or we'll try to reign in the muffin top that spills out over our jeans. The rushed response is a good start. But only a start.<br/><br/>If we sit with the question a while and repeat it over and over, the words start to move around. Start to shape shift. Nuances appear as curiosity takes grip. <br/><br/>What is a good shape? <br/><br/>Are we a shape? <br/><br/>What makes a shape good? <br/><br/>Am I inside the good shape? <br/><br/>Who judges the goodness of the shape? <br/><br/>Am I locked into one shape? <br/><br/>When I take this question for a walk, I start to think about my own shape. The shape that I have the privilege to embody. Uniquely mine. One people recognise as me, even if they haven't seen me for many years. This shape is my Pattern Integrity. A unique fingerprint. An essence. Distinctly me...whatever me is...a question for another time<br/><br/>So if I ask if I am in good shape, I start to think about integrity. Integrity, from the root word integer, meaning wholeness, has me thinking about all of me. All the nooks and crannies of the shape I inhabit. <br/><br/>Am I living into the fullness of the shape that I have been bestowed? <br/><br/>Have I been violating the shape that I have been gifted? <br/><br/>What part of this shape am I pretending not to know about? <br/><br/>What am I hiding away in the dark recesses? <br/><br/>As the question stews, rabbit holes appear everywhere. The mystery beckons. I can feel the need to