The older I get, I come more and more to realize I imagine so many things that aren’t true; what this person is thinking … what that person is doing … what’s really happening here … who that person loves … how that person feels. It may be why it’s so easy to file away quick little judgments, because the depth of what’s really going on is so much bigger than I’m willing to explore. It’s humbling and frightening, as I might even feel I am moving with my heart and intuition, but things take me down a path of temporary sorrow or embarrassment. And, I was so sure this time I was onto something …

So, what is the antidote to this discomfort? The antidote to all that comes with realizing my opinions and thoughts are, in truth, so limited and barely scratching a surface of the vastness? 

It seems to be Wonder.  

To take a breath, and just take in the wonder of it all as it expresses. The way a spider is patiently crafting a web behind a lamp and is always there by the piano bench, and I’m thinking, “I need to move her, and I don’t want to, but the cleaning person will wipe her up without a thought if I don’t. Where to go?” Or, in just gazing at how the early morning rain has produced an elegant drop that is crafting a path down a dying maple leaf pressing against the window. When in Wonder, no big news story takes precedence over the overlooked minutiae. Nothing is rated by importance or opinion or judgment. It’s all just, well, wonder-filled. 

I don’t have to know the meaning or ending, or skip to the last page of the book. I don’t have to feel worry over not trusting my thoughts. I can feel release from not having to even entertain them. And, get down to the deeper parts of me that are running and in tune with the whole show. And, in that place, for whatever reason, I tend to feel love, and the sad feelings lift away. 

I hope your day is filled with your own special kind of bliss. You’re loved! You are love at your core.

❤️