Saturday, November 17, 2018 – Wonder Brushes Off

Every day, I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight.

Mary Oliver

A woman, white-haired and a little bit shaky on her feet, looking at stuffies and other little children’s treasures in the store, smiling wide as she picks up each one for a closer look.

Perhaps she is thinking about her great-grandchildren, or the wonder of her own long-ago childhood. Maybe she is just finding delight in the ordinary moment.

Either way, her wonder brushes off on me.

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2 comments
  1. I find joy in many “ordinary” moments. Some others don’t seem to find the magic in these moments. A puddle that begs me to jump in it (I do). A rainbow that begs me to stop and look. Someone laughing in a hallway. The giggle of a grandchild. These are magic moments.

    1. We are kindred spirits, Karen, (And I LOVE that you will play with whimsy and jump in a puddle!) Sweet, magic moments are everywhere if we have eyes to see.

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