The Inquirer’s Playground

There I lay.

Hopelessly awake in the middle of the night with no more tears to cry.

Four hours from the Zihuatanejo, Mexico airport.

No vehicle.

Not much more to my Spanish repertoire than “¿Dónde está el baño?”


Two fellow travelers I’m sure were plotting to dump me in the nearest dark alley.

A third oblivious to the toxic everything thrown my way by the other two.

I must have done something terribly awful across many lifetimes to wind up like this.


I never felt so lost – physically, mentally, emotionally and worst of all spiritually.

There was nothing to grab onto, or even stand upon in this abyss of black.

Just smack dab in the middle of Unknown in every way possible.


Why me? Why now? Why here? I relentlessly asked.

The black darkened blacker.


I held on as long as I could.

Fought the good fight.

Too tired to keep struggling I finally gave in.


So what am I supposed to do with this?

The black softened.


What do you want to do with this?” I knew in return.


Full moon is beacon at end of dark brick path

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A light bulb went off.

The black wasn’t so black any more.

I felt like a tiny glow ball in the middle of the dark.

Not that I could see a whole lot more, but at least there was light.


Space began to shift and open up.

Instead of nothingness and fear I was standing in the midst of creativity and possibility.

I had unwittingly stumbled upon the inquirer’s grandest dream!


My way out from Unknown was to ask questions and create.

Needing to know everything upfront was the trap.

As was assuming everything was as it should be.


The nightmare turned into a game.

The Unknown became a playground begging to be explored.

Who was I to pass up such an invitation?!


The Unknown gives way quickly to those with the curiosity to ask and the courage to hear.

Start with one question and allow the heart of an explorer take over from there.

A big hairy monster turns into a sea to be sailed.


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Crazy for cats and potatoes, Lorraine's insatiable curiosity of Life leads her to question, explore and push beyond the box. A self-professed "left-brained creative big picture" type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing beyond and beneath first appearances while at the same time nerding out on the details. Most of all she sees and holds others in their highest until they can see it for themselves.


  1. Linda on June 12, 2013 at 12:53 pm

    Loved this story and the aha moments that abound. It is all about the questions…not the why of why me? kind but the what questions. I would love to know how this turned out!
    Go For The Joy

    • Lorraine on June 12, 2013 at 3:57 pm

      The trip – the two plotters continued looking for dark alleys while the rest of the trip became a game to see what would happen next. Except for the tense moment when we were left to fend for ourselves with four matches to light the propane stove for at least fourteen meals AND couldn’t find the Spanish translation for ‘match’.

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