When I was young I learned the art of nodding and forcing my body into communicating understanding when someone was explaining something to me. Even when I understood very little. I dislike very much the feeling of stupidity and have spent years attempting to cover it up, adding to my stupidity at a much higher rate than I might otherwise have experienced. This morning I read this post. The following quote led me into a depth of retrospect.
"Love a horse and talk to plumbers. Ask questions of everybody and don't hide your ignorance, for ignorance is simply the unlit side of curiosity and the outside of the door to wisdom and knowledge. Be a limitless person to others and maybe you will stretch them more than your art does. Let's hope."
-Harold Best's letter to artists as recorded in Scribbling in the Sand by Michael Card
Feel free to read that. Again. And again. I did. Let it change your day. Then your week. Your season. Your year. Your fear. I want it to change mine. If I can let go of that habit to hide my ignorance, it just might.
I told my hubby this weekend when we were visiting dams (for him) and museums (for me) on our family vacation that I wish I'd focused more in school on subjects that didn't interest me because then I'd have the knowledge to answer my son's questions about how a mammoth turbine creates electricity. Because, my son interests me greatly. His curiosity is pure and open and unhidden. Unlike mine.
I want to stop hiding what I don't know. I want to ask more questions and listen completely to the answers before forming new questions.