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Words seem to beswirling
through mymind lately like
theleaves dancing to theground
around me.Last month those
words were
courage and clarity.
As we float like driftingleaves
into October, this new word
keeps bobbing and weaving
it's way into my consciousness.
Wonder.
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I know it's a word usually
reserved for Christmas,with it's
sparkly lights, special songs
and the story of a miracle at
the heart of it all.
But every day in October, I
wake to the marvel ofnature,
playing out beforemy eyes. The smell
of the autumn air, the dazzling colors,
geese forming V'sand heading south,
crisp mornings and evenings,
all evoke a sense of awe, though
I've seen this show for over
four decades.
Wonder.
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When we take our dog outat
night andhear the rustle of leaves
inthe trees, I think back to my
Halloween days as a child, when I
believed strange andmarvelous
spirits were out and abouton that
special night.
Wonder.
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I have teens in the house,now,
but I remember whenmy son was
little and wouldstart plotting
his Halloween costume in August.
Hisbirthday is the day before
Halloween, sothose were truly
magical daysfor him. Last year,
as a tallfor his age 12 year-old,
he wasa bit shy about going trick
or treating. At the last minute a
friend called and with minimal
convincing he was in the previous
year's costume and out the door.
Wonder.
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We all crave it, don't we?
I've known a few people
who are jaded, cynical and
acerbic, who would scoff at
the notion of any wonderleft
in the world. Life disappointed
them somewhere along the way
and they use their sarcastic
outlook as a shield.
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I've also known people who
weredealt a difficult hand in life,
but seem to have even more
wonder than the rest of us.
These folks take nothing for
granted; for them everythingis
full of wonder, from sunsetsto
flowers, from the aroma of
baking to the sight of a
child sleeping.
Wonder.
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When we choose to feel wonder,
despite a bad day--
despite not feeling well--
despite hard things we
might begrappling with,
our perspective shifts
to
gratitude.
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When we choose to feel wonder
on a really good day--
when we feel great--
when everything seems
to be goingjust right,
then wonder takes flight
and becomes
joy.
But that's a word for another month.
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Right now, I'm going to goto the
mailbox with my dog. We are going
to kick some leaveson the way....
and feel the autumn breeze....
and embrace the sheer wonder
of
being
alive.
May you find many
wonder-full moments
to celebrate this week!
xx
Suzanne
All images
culled from thatwonder
of wonders, Pinterest,
as my computer
and my camera currently
aren't on speaking terms.
But, it's all good.
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