H,
The not so fine details of everyday life will constantly rob us of our
feeling of wonder. There is so much pulling against the idea that this is all a
miracle, life and living, that we might be tempted to walk straight into the lie
that everything is ordinary. This cynicism is costly. Things without value lose
their place in us. Things we do not value we will frequently abuse, including ourselves.
I think it is far more important than we think to wake up in wonder. I do
not mean to force on our minds the idea that everything is grand and great and
perfect. I do not mean to fake happiness or to make joy a certain way of
dancing. I simply mean to realize the centre of the thing we are presently in. The
great unfolding story of all conscious things.
We are on a precious planet, billions of years old, rolling onward into
the future through space and time with a finite number of years giving to each
person to experience it all. Whatever you think of what comes after that, there
is enough wonder in the now to keep our hearts occupied.
The messy little details of the immediate constantly knock at us, telling
us this is all ordinary and means little or nothing. There is no such thing. All
of it matters. All of it adds up. There is a story in everything. We are part
of an ever-unfolding piece of history and destiny. And there is inherent value
in everyone.
Everyone born matters. There are no little lights or small lives. The wonder
is not all in the stars and galaxies and the universe above, it is also buried
in the single human heart.