Wonder – Feasting on the Present

A 5 minute writing dare…just words on a timer. no editing.  Yup, it’s what we writer nerds do for fun!

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GO – word: Wonder

My three year old blondie began hoisting his chubby little legs over the side of his Jenny Lind crib when he was just seventeen months old and sliding down the side. One morning before waking, I heard him wandering around the kitchen with a surfer dude sense of wonder, “wo-o-o-o-h,” he was saying in the early morning, sun not yet risen darkness. Twisting around, he was glancing at the familiar in a new light, and it was wonder-filled.

I often wish for a new pair of eyes to see the ordinary. It is easy to fall into an unexpected wonder at Christmas, long white candles reflecting into my neighbor’s eyes, silent night being sung. I am stunned by wonder when traveling, the hundreds of Buddhist spires in the ruined city of Bagan, Buurma, fog capturing early morning sunshine or thousands of red poppies in a Tuscan May field.

But, here around the ordinary, puttering life, wonder escapes us and we fall empty, our eyes needing to be healed.

Annie Dillard wrote, “We are here to abet Creation and to witness it, to notice each thing, so each thing gets noticed…so that Creation need not play to an empty house”

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“Beauty and Grace are performed whether or not we sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.”

Wonder is learning to have Epiphany eyes, to “open our eyes to see His hand at work in the world about us.” We say this every Sunday morning acknowledging that we all have cataracts, that some blindness keeps us from looking around the world and saying an unencumbered, “Wow!”

STOP

Joining the flash mob writing at Lisa-Jo Baker’s:

I also enjoyed Holly @ http://walkingintheslowlane.blogspot.com/2012/11/wonder.html