Chilled air blows off the bay, through the buildings, and stings my cheeks as I sit, hands buried beneath the rug, in the back of a horse drawn carriage working its way over cobblestone streets. In November, night comes fairly early in Boston allowing the city to come to life under holiday lights. Old buildings capture my attention, the echo of the past meeting with the joyous sounds of the contemporary merry makers.
I am filled with wonder.
Often, when we speak of wonder, it is paired with children. The “wonder of a child” is something that adults often speak of wistfully having stepped away from such things with age and maturity. Adults are too busy to discover something new or see a thing through fresh eyes and perspective.
While I rested my head against the back of the seat and delighted in the sounds of the horse’s hooves and the past meeting with the future, my daughter delighted in watching and silently communicating (I am sure) with the horse. Our wonder took different forms on that cold Boston evening.
The seasons of wonders are upon us – from that of the sustaining oil and light to that of the wonder of gifts and giving to that of the wonder of fall turning to winter turning to… spring.
Wonder is everywhere – and it isn’t just reserved for children.
Throughout November, I have considered wonder – looking at life and the world through fresh eyes and an open heart. This process has proven interesting as I have found myself sitting back and listening to others more than not. It is the wonder of what they are saying – the wonder of my ability to listen and respond over preparing and reacting.
Wonder starts within. We see it easily in children as they learn and absorb the world around them – everything is new and different; everything deserves their undivided attention. Is it so difficult for us, as adults, to see life in the same way?
Walking through Plymouth, I marveled as the history before me. I have been in older settlements and have studied the period, but there is something about being there… and then opening to see what is there and what it might have been like. Unlike the Jamestown settlement, which barely survived, Plymouth thrived despite the conditions in which they lived. The weather wasn’t hospitable. They were greeted by the unfamiliar and the unknown - living beside Native people who spoke differently and didn’t share their customs or beliefs. Yet… the wonder… the community survived and thrived. This isn’t to say that it was easy for any of the people of those early settlements or the Native people… but they overcame in the end, learned from one another, fought a few wars, and share the historic ground today.
Wonder of history – Wonder of human spirit and the desire to survive – Wonder of invention, nature, sounds, emotions, thought…
Life is full of wonder; filled with magic and beauty and the delight of wonder in that nothing as ever the same- the wonder of change.
Wonder…Open your heart and your eyes… and find the wonder!
Wonder was the RAOKA theme for November. December's theme is simplicity! Join in the fun by contacting Zeenat who wrote "Can you see the wonder" for her November entry!