wonderment

January in East Rock Creek Canyon

I've been wondering lately what it is that can cause us to stand still in wonder.  How a thing can catch hold of our senses in a way that makes us pause and respond with awe.  Is it an external something or does it come from inside?  I'm inclined to think it's an exceptional combination of both... something of a moment that brings surprise and beauty together with an opening of eyes, ears, heart.  A moment when your senses can directly connect with your surroundings in a personal way.  And I'm pretty sure the ol' brain has little to do with it.  Without the brain interjecting, those un-narrated moments can seem a little magical.

When was the last time you felt awe?  And how often does it grab you?  Once a week? Once a year?  Do you seek it out or does it find you?

I admit that I'm not feeling it enough these days and would love to hear of your experiences.  I've my head down and am following a to-do list through my days.  I don't take enough deep breaths or allow for moments filled with nothing.  There's no room for awe to spring up and it's a thing I'd like to remedy.

It wasn't exactly the emotion I felt when I noticed how the sky and rock above had the same bubbling texture, but it did make me pause and admire how Sky and Rock had conspired.  I'm pretty sure it was a lighthearted maneuver, a playful tinkering with atmosphere and texture on that particular day in the canyons.  A good reminder to look up and around so as not to miss the good stuff.

XO
~ Rosie