I came across this word on the whimsical Christmas cards I purchased this year but never sent.
“Wonder” to me means inspiration without responsibility.
When elusive inspiration finally finds me and pushes me to write, create, or speak, it is usually attached to a crackling lit fuse with a demanding countdown clock urging me to ACT! SAY! DO! FINISH!
Like the hour-hand on a clock, almost imperceptively I am learning to be disciplined. This means I must find time to create/write/sing/dance on the regular and not wait for inspiration to move me.
Wonder is different.
Wonder provides a space to enjoy an intriguing moment with no expectation. No action required, nothing to memorize or capture, nothing to even share or explain. I’m sure wonder can result in productive activity, but for me right now in the middle of this decade, peering into 2016, WONDER means to simply experience delight and admire the incomprehensible.
I want to be swept away in amazement.
I’d like to linger in the strange.
I hope for moments of content confusion.
I revel in surprise and bewilderment.
These longings do not mix well with most essential tasks. If healthy dinners and sparkling bathrooms and clean/folded/put-away laundry could somehow be produced spontaneously, I would be crushing adulthood.
Alas, details and repetitive tasks drain me, turning my sparkles into gray mud and making me want to punch kittens. So I am in search of WONDER. If I could figure out a way to experience WONDER in the monotonous moments of my life, I would need no other wish.
I am revisiting The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron this year which encourages the “Artist Date.”
In its most primary form, the artist date is an excursion ,
a play date that you preplan and defend against all interlopers.
You do not take anyone on this artist date but you and your inner artist.
I think this is going to be my pathway to WONDER in 2016.
Cheers to 2016 — THE YEAR OF WONDER!