Wonder
That’s what I realized living where I do, grants me.
Wonder isn’t something that adulthood traffics in that often it seems.
I work to live awake and observant, I think a writer’s life cultivates such a posture, or maybe it’s the other way around?
Either way it’s a gift to be caught off guard and brought to a standstill to watch something unfold before you…like this Moose walking across your land.
It’s important for the soul to experience awe.
I think we loose an aspect of Divine necessity for living when we eliminate , exterminate or displace the beasts that can kill us and yet keep us alive on a level below our reason.
I think we need to hear a Moose’s guttural moan from 50 feet away.
We are losing these deep experiences and I’m sure what’s replaced them isn’t any where near the wonder.
