By Michelle Allen
I used to think curiosity was for children—wide-eyed wonderers asking why the sky turns orange or how ants know where to march. But the older I get, the more I see that curiosity is a sacred tool. A kind of grace we offer ourselves when we stop reaching for certainty and start reaching for depth.
What happens when we ask questions not to fix, but to understand? What if we let ourselves wonder about our ancestors—not just who they were, but how they loved? What if we got curious about the ache we carry—not to banish it, but to walk beside it for a while?
These days, I find myself curious about the quiet spaces in my lineage. About the whispers in old letters, the pauses in family folklore, the strength in forgotten names. I’m curious about healing—not just as a destination, but as a slow, sacred unfolding. And I’m curious about how love can survive long winters and still bloom again, even if spring comes with different colors than before.
Curiosity isn’t a luxury. It’s a lifeline. It’s how we begin again.
So I ask you gently: What are you curious about? What questions tug at your spirit in quiet moments? What mystery invites you—not to solve it, but to sit beside it?
If you feel called, share a wondering below. Let’s make room for the questions that keep our hearts tender.
And if you’ve ever found yourself standing in the kitchen at 2 AM Googling the origin of an idiom… well, you’re not alone. 😺
Take “Curiosity killed the cat,” for instance—a cautionary tale, right?
Except it wasn’t always about curiosity. The original line—way back in 1598—was “Care killed the cat,” meaning sorrow or worry was the culprit. Even Shakespeare riffed on it a year later in Much Ado About Nothing.
It wasn’t until the late 1800s that curiosity got framed as the villain, and by 1912, someone cheekily added: “…but satisfaction brought it back.” So apparently, curiosity does kill cats… but only temporarily. They come back wiser, smugger, and probably ready to knock a plant off the windowsill just for fun. 🐾
It’s funny how a proverb meant to warn us against poking around turned into a rally cry for the inquisitive.
Maybe curiosity isn’t reckless—it’s resurrection. Maybe it’s how we come back to ourselves. And maybe a little metaphorical mischief is part of the journey.
So yes—I’ll keep asking. I’ll keep wondering. Even if it means losing one of my nine lives along the way. 🐾
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