I want to live my life with a sense of wonder. The greatest punishment in life is living a mundane existence, without the wonderment we are meant to experience. The truth is that wonderment is all around us, waiting for us to notice. W.B. Yeats expresses that thought like this:
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
So I ask myself, where are the magic things?
Perhaps there’s a little touch of magic in the birds feeding outside my kitchen window. Perhaps there’s magic in the sunset I missed seeing this morning. Or in the sunset sky that paints the horizon pink. Perhaps there’s magic in my daily interactions with my husband.
I mostly miss all the magic by immersing myself in the mundane. I miss the wonderment of hearing music, reading poetry, enjoying art.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe says, “worldly cares . . . tend to obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.”
I’m searching for the wonderment. I’ll write it on my heart so I won’t forget to look for it. I’ll find it all around me. And I’ll find it resting quietly in my spirit waiting to be awakened.