And...it's that time again. Already. Friday morning and time to sign on with Lisa-Jo for her writing prompt. This week's word? WONDER: (pictures added later)
She sleeps beside me as I type. Small, fierce, funny. She will be 16 months old tomorrow and she spends one or two days a week with us while her mama takes care of patients, offering love, wisdom, training and calm presence to so many people.
She is the littlest of our eight, a gift straight from heaven as we move into the full openness and clear-sightedness of retirement. And she reminds me to touch that child who still lives inside this spirit of mine, the small one who looks out at the world with eyes wide and heart open.
She points and gestures wildly, communicating her wishes with grunts, inflection, occasional clearly English words and frequent smiles, kisses, gentle pats on the face or arm. She is also a curiousity child, wondering and wandering around our home and property, always within sight of one of us, torn between breaking away from us and running straight toward us.
Isn't that what wonder is about? Some sort of balance between moving out and moving home? Openness to the new and deep appreciation for the familiar? That sense of open-mouthed, wide-eyed delight in beauty, spectacle, small and large, right alongside the affectionate embrace of all that we love and lean into as we live these daily lives?