The essence of wonder. A big secret indeed. I think it’s the ability to notice, to observe, to stay open. To delight. But maybe it doesn’t come easily to those of us who are depressed or sorrowful. Or awake to the grim reality of the world and our own country. But it’s worth trying. It’s worth watching a bumblebee and saying the word bumblebee which is a wonder word if there ever was one.
It reminds me of one more thing I did with Wednesday’s yoga class. We sat on our mats, closed our eyes, and played with “bumblebee breath” for a few minutes. Breathe in through your nostrils, pause, then hum as you exhale. Repeat and repeat. Any tone, any length. You are your own hive master. Its very wonderful.
Let me try try try to find some wonder from today to write in this space at the bottom of this page. Lunch out on our patio, with the welcome warmth of sun. There is nothing like spring sunshine when your body remembers the cold winter and when the weather is still chilly. That moment or half hour of warmth on your shoulders and back — that is enough wonder for any March day.
(from my writing partner, Karen S., yesterday. Wonder used to be easier for me, but it is still there.)
