The photo above is of Tilly taken by her mom of Andrea's Photography. I love this photo for a lot of reasons but especially because it represents Tilly's childlike wonder in snow and the joy you can see on her face just from being out in it.
In a prior job I worked at a center that was for the care of the developmentally delayed and even though they may not have had the highest IQ's in the world I found them to be wise in so many ways as compared to their higher IQ contemporaries.I find them to take delight in small things and they derive such great pleasure from small things like twirling around to a song and dancing with abandon to a song they like without worrying what others think .
I want to learn from these wise souls the joy of childlike wonder to be found in the world around me. I find that often in the technological world we live in that we have somehow lost our wonder in the world and we go through life with a sense of dullness and we find that nothing really takes our breathe away as it did as a child. I want to recapture this in my life.
I think one of the ways we can do this is by looking at our lives and searching through the file drawers of our souls to find what makes us feel the most alive.
Here are the things that make me feel alive and with a sense of wonder.I hope you will share yours with me.
*Opening the door on a snowy morn and taking the first steps in the snow while listening to the snowy quietness of it all.
*the first signs of life from a comatose patient as he speaks are squeezes a hand for the first time.
*the beauty of a field of sunflowers on a summers day stretching as far as the eye can see.
*looking out the window when I fly and seeing the world in miniature and when flying into Portland seeing the Mountains lined up like sentinels marching across the spine of Oregon and Washington.
*the beauty of a cardinal on the newly fallen snow
* the grandeur I feel as I stand by the ocean
*the smallness I feel while listening to it thunder and storm when I visit home.
*finding a book or piece of music that speaks to my soul as though I had written it.
* connecting with friends like those I meet online who seem to be kindred spirits.
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. ~Robert Fulghum