What happens when we lose a bit of our capacity for wonder?
When we let things hem us in.
Or when our going fast is, actually, going under.
And our speed of response overwhelms our thoughtfulness.
When our being ‘connected’ disconnects us from the astonishing beauty of the world all around.
I wonder what we lose, and people around us lose as a result.
What would it take to choose wonder and be ready to be surprised by joy?
Just asking…