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Doubt
My constant companion
Whispering sweet nothings into my ear
Nothings that become everythings when I listen to them
And then not so sweet
You see Doubt is a will I, wont I kinda companion
Kindly working through the rubbish tip of my consciousness
Dredging up the past to conjure up a facsimile future
Not so much with the intention to recycle, upcycle or repurpose
My way to a more beautiful world
But more to sort, polish and organise the detritus of my mind
Into a map of cul de sacs, danger zones and no entry signs
At it's worst Doubt is a claxon of emergency and imminent danger
Tripping the switch of discombobulation and releasing the headless chicken
Stopping life in its tracks
At it's best Doubt is a muttering in the background
Prompting an enquiry into the what-could-have-beens and what-might-have-beens
In service to creating the new
So Doubt and I are working on our relationship
Too much time together is a recipe for inertia
Too much time apart and the wheels come off
When Doubt is the babbling brook to my water wheel that is the sweet spot
When imagination and inspiration meet reflection and learning
Then we are one with the hum of the Universe