Today dawned with snow still falling and once again I am
Wondering
(as in actively choosing wonder) as I gaze at the world of nature outside my windows. Snow covers everything like a thick layer of fluffy white frosting. I gaze with wonder and delight at these tracings of beauty. Later I watch the birds and squirrels come looking for food at and underneath the bird feeders and I’m filled with appreciation and wonder for how they know how to survive long cold winters.
the universe takes care of all its birds.
― Wonder
I want to be the kind of person who is filled with wonder when the world is covered with snow, not the person bitching about the hassle of shoveling snow and driving on slippery roads. Though I don’t always manage it, the older I get the more wonder I feel about everything.
I love that feeling when you first open your eyes in the morning and you don’t even know why everything seems different than usual. Then it hits you: Everything is quiet. No cars honking. No buses going down the street. Then you run over to the window, and outside everything is covered in white: the sidewalks, the trees, the cars on the street, your windowpanes. And when that happens on a school day and you find out your school is closed, well, I don’t care how old I get: I’m always going to think that that’s the best feeling in the world. And I’m never going to be one of those grown-ups that use an umbrella when it’s snowing—ever.
― Wonder
How about you? Are you wondering about all this beauty today also?
May you walk in beauty.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.
My words will be beautiful…— from Walking in Beauty, closing prayer from the Navajo blessing ceremony
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