“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”
― Anaïs Nin
Children are amazing. No matter how many questions you answer for them they still have another. Why? How? How does this work? Why do people do that? Why do people believe that?It’s great to explain things to kids to show them new ideas and watch them roll them around in their mind trying to see if they have a candy coated centre or if they make sense at all? Then something happens to them. Fear sets in that not knowing the answers will make them look foolish or thinking differently about things that other people accept will make them stand out. If these differences aren’t encouraged, then our wonderful inquisitive kids will try their best to blend in with the masses and lose that sense of wonder and mystery. Some of us may feel that we have lost it and don’t know how to get it back. A good way is to ask the questions we gave up asking long ago. Why do people act like that? How does that work? What is my reason for believing this? The more questions we ask, the more we wonder.
Blessings, G
“In many shamanic societies, if you came across a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?”
–Angeles Arrien
Where would we be without a sense of wonder? Occasionally I interact with people both in real life and online who seem to have had their imagination shot off in the war. They speak flatly and argue flatly usually for what seems like a flat earth but is in actuality just a reality that stops either at the border of what they have seen or experienced for themselves or sometimes stretches to encompasses writers who tell them that indeed reality does not stretch that far. So in a universe of infinite colour and hue they restrict themselves to sixteen colours and see themselves as fanciful that they do not stop at eight.
How do you describe to someone colours that they have never seen? How can you make them believe that there are complete palettes of shades that do not exist on their colour wheel. Especially when they have always been more than satisfied with their sixteen thank you very much and see as thriftless nutters anyone who could possibly see more than thirty-two. Perhaps if they were open to the idea that such hues existed you could help them to see in their minds eye at least but all to often they have erected a grey wall against it. Eventually you just have to share your colours only with those who have the courage to paint their dreams.
Blessings, G
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― William Butler Yeats
Another night walking the dogs. The skies are hazy due to fires in Washington and the moon down to her last quarter so the night with its first cool breeze kind of wraps around us as we walk. I hold the question in my mind about what subject should I use for tonight’s blog and the answer comes back “Wonder” and for several minutes the inner light flashes on. I reach out for a tree and I feel it still filled with life not only its own but that of the moss and bugs that call it home. A plane flies overhead and I get struck by the lives of all the passengers, some of them reading and sleeping. Others waiting to land with the accompanying little thrill of anticipation that strike so many of us at take offs and landings.
I pass houses and people sleep, read, watch television, read email, each ones with lives at least as vital as my own. Grass and other plants sleep for the night but still have the imperative to grow and thrive. I have been experiencing first hand that Dan Millman quote from his Peaceful Warrior books that there is ‘never nothing happening” and its amazing. I feel gratitude for the gift of insight.
Blessings, G
Contained Chamber by G A Rosenberg 
