I love the written word. It amazes me how there are people who can paint incredible pictures with words. That’s one of the reasons I love J.R.R. Tolkien so much. He has created whole worlds with words, worlds that I can see and hear and just about touch. I think it is a special skill indeed.<\/p>\n
Two of my favourite quotes do just that:<\/p>\n
“May your life be like a wildflower growing freely in the beauty and joy of each new day.”<\/p>\n
“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the wind longs to play in your hair.”<\/p>\n
Can’t you just see it?… Feel it?…<\/p>\n
I love it!<\/p>\n
In high school and college I would write poems – just for fun. I’ve never submitted anything for publication but I enjoy doing it just the same. Although not consistently I write in a personal journal and on my blog. So I thought it would be fun to write a poem for today’s “fun” thing. I’ve been thinking about the word “wonder” a lot lately. Now that my life has slowed down (since I quit my full-time job in May) I feel I am in a much better space (physically, mentally, emotionally) to actually appreciate ‘life’ happening around me. At times it fills me with wonder.<\/p>\n
Here goes…<\/p>\n
“Wonder”<\/strong><\/p>\n Wonder\u2026fascination\u2026awe… How quickly the world passes us by, how relentlessly we are dragged along with it Stop!<\/p>\n I want quiet in my soul The awe\u2026the fascination\u2026the wonder<\/p>\n (a poem by Carol Tebay, December 2012)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\nTo delight in all the beautiful things of this earth
\nTo recognize them, to say \u201cI see you\u201d and \u201cI am here, present in this moment\u201d
\nIt can be simple,
\nthe strong sweet scent of a wild rose in bloom,
\nthe clouds painting the sky in giant cottonballs,
\nthe crunch of snow on a brisk cold day
\nThere is so much beauty all around us,
\nthe laughter of a child
\na hug from a friend
\nLet me never lose my sense of wonder
\nthe rapture of a kiss
\nthe thrill of a sunset
\nthe wonder of each new day<\/p>\n
\nWhen do we have time to stop?… To smell?… To see?… To touch?… To hear?…
\nHow can we when all we see and hear is a blur, white noise in the swirling vortex of our lives?
\nWhat have our lives become?
\nwe eat, we scurry, we sleep\u2026over and over and over again<\/p>\n
\nHow starved I am\u2026for stillness
\nI must regain perspective
\nLife is not a matter of making it through each day
\nThere is so much more
\nIf I could stop, if I could wake up from this stupor of frenzy, if I could open my eyes and see\u2026and hear\u2026and taste\u2026and touch\u2026and smell\u2026
\nWhat would I experience?
\nWhat have I missed?<\/p>\n