Writings: Looking for the answers, looking for the questions

I remember it well – my girlfriend & I were interviewing someone so we could live in his apartment complex. “Interviewing” means, of course, that he had all the questions.

What we noticed, though, was that we liked his questions.

Do you have parties very often? (Well, just potlucks. Is that what you mean?)

How loud do you play your music? (She said, “Ian’s a folk singer,” like that settled that.)

Do you have a job? (Well, between the two of us, five jobs. And she’s in school.)

Do you like Jackson Browne? (Yep, love him.)

What do you do if you have a problem with the people next door? (Go over & visit, preferably with chocolate chip cookies, and see what we can do to take the steam out of the deal.)

We were looking for a nice, quiet, studious, non-rowdy place, and it all sounded good.

He said, “I like your answers.” We said, “We like your questions.” And we all laughed & it all worked out just fine.

Sometimes you can tell by the questions, more than the answers,  you’re in the place you belong. Let me know how that goes with you & for you & around you.

Loving the way you do this,
Brother Ian