E.B. White encouraged us to “always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” Not always easy as we grow older and survive blow after blow.
But even the tiny joyous moments are like buoys in a vast ocean. Easily overlooked, but if we remain ever vigilant, we will experience this elusive presence of wonder.
The past week I’ve been off from work and from writing (essentially offline) and spending time with my husband, children, and mother-in-law for the Thanksgiving Holiday. We stayed home this year rather than drive 8 hours North to spend the holiday with all of our friends and relatives. Instead, my mother-in-law stayed over for the week to celebrate with us here.
Right now, it is nearly 5pm local time. We’re about to eat dinner. The kids are playing by the couch (with hardly any bickering or fighting) and grandma is watching them, the dogs are stretched out on the floor, John is in the kitchen — I can see him from here in the living room.
Three months ago, what a different place all of us were in. It was dark and I wasn’t sure if I would emerge from the bog. While I haven’t fully returned to being a full participant in my own life, I am no longer beyond the beyond.
Life is changing – this is just the beginning. But from here, I can observe my family and feel as if I am finally back. I’m here.
With awe and wonder, I am here.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.
— JOHN MILTON, 17TH-CENTURY ENGLISH POET
[In response to the Daily Prompt: Liminal]