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.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here most mornings with a photo and a few words about ordinary extraordinary things and, sometimes, thin places where faith intersects.
  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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