S3: Questioning Sycophant

I'm not even sure how to approach this one. Do I referenc Grima Wormtongue and Theoden from Rohan? Some other obsequious right-hand-man? In my life, I can't name a sycophant, thankfully. Not even at work, which I suppose is a very good thing.

R3: Questioning Resonate

What things resonate?

Memories? Smells? Passion? Music, certainly, but is it any music that resonates - the simpleness of there being a chime of some kind?

What makes a moment or story resonate with someone? What are you tapping into when you write something that echoes in someone's mind?

Q3: Questioning Quicklime

Isn't quicklime something you throw on a wound?

Or is quicklime something you thrown on a snail? As fertilizer for your garden? A weed-killer?

Turns out, quicklime does have a (somewhat antiquated) agricultural use, but is also an element of many construction materials.

So - what is my quicklime? The slightly noxious building block of my life?

P3: Questioning Poor

I won't even begin to question the roots or meanings of poverty, although I do wonder about both.

What I do wonder about it poverty of the spirit.

Matt's parents would say (I imagine) that without Jesus, a person is spiritually poor. Others might say the same of those who don't recognize great art. Am I poorer in my daily actions because I feel I've glimpsed true beauty and the divine, but don't live in such a way that always honors that?

Or are the truly impoverished those without the opportunity to even question such things?

O3: Questioning Obliterate

Each time I read a passage from Poets & Writers or a great novel, all my fears are obliterated, and I can see this shimmering path/place where my words and ideas are lit with golden fire. I don't know how to stay in that place, though.
How do you obliterate doubt and fear?

N3: Questioning Navigate

How do we navigate the hard situations in life? The happy times require no exertion. They ripple and ease and lift any burdens upstream.

Hard times take navigation. Tension on the rudder. A rigorous gaze.

I worry that I'm not so good at navigating - that, to date, I've been able to ride the flow.

M3: Questioning Mate

Do we mate for life?

God, I hope so. Not only because "Matt" has an aural echo to "mate," but because I just appreciate him so much. Maybe I'll deliver him that new nickname - "Mate."

Or "matey"? To give it an ironic, playful veneer?