in june, i started a word doc. it was called “everything i used to love”.
I was feeling wonder slipping from my fingers. It didn’t start in June. It had started long before that and it came in waves, sometimes more intense than before. but it came to a point where i was finding it hard to remember what wonder felt like … to remember if i had ever really held it in my palm.
but i must have. so i wrote that doc, and i finished it three and a half months later. i thought if i could at least remember everything that used to bring me wonder and write it down, maybe i would remember what wonder felt like and maybe id be able to bring it back.
i cant believe that i feel wonder now.
im giddy with the realisation. im giddy with love and life. im giddy with
it was a combination of life events and a strength ive found in myself and the healing of time and luck and good health.
i feel like a child again sometimes.
i see wonder in the cool air on my skin.
i see wonder in my own face that i am coming to love. makeup or no makeup.
i see wonder in the colors on my eyeshadow palette and the endless possibilities. i see wonder in turning my face into a canvas and painting it with beautiful colors and shapes.
i see wonder in the comfort of my bed and the warmth of my blanket and the softness of a toy.
i see wonder in the eyes of small laughing children.
i see wonder in pretty dresses. in twinkling christmas lights. in sweet sodas and good home cooked meals.
i see wonder in people’s happiness. i see wonder in walking the city streets. i see wonder in gorgeous music that makes me want to cry. i see wonder in tears.
i see wonder in the people who love me and the people who stand by me.
i see wonder in the eyes of the people i love.
i see wonder in the soft grass and wildflowers that grow there. i see wonder in the cold water and the hot sand of the beach.
i see wonder in greeting strangers. i see wonder in movement. in feeling the wind blow your hair back. in feeling your heart race and pound.
i see wonder in soft kisses. i see wonder in the touch of a hand.
i see wonder in pretty words. in crinkling pages and the smell of books.
i see wonder in faces and bodies in pictures. i see wonder in the kindness of people and i see wonder in the humanness.
i dont just see wonder. i hear it. i feel it. i touch it. i smell it. i taste it.
ive been writing so many posts these past days because im filled with so much excitement that i want to share. my words and ideas move faster than my energy. im filled with so much desire to create and reflect on love and give it through my words. i wonder often if i should schedule posts instead of just pressing publish as soon as i write them. then perhaps we would have consistent and fairly frequent posts throughout the year rather than a spattering of 10 in one month and none for six.
but i love publishing immediately. i suppose because that’s the moment when the words are most true to life. they are most raw and real because this is the moment that i thought them up and this is where i am right now. it wouldn’t be true to life if i published this post two months from now about wonder if i was having a depressive episode then(but fingers crossed).
and mostly im just far too excited and trigger happy to care.
maybe i see it as a case of … what if the world ended tomorrow? Why the fuck would i wait until tomorrow to scream out all the excitement?
i am wonder
WONDER WONDER WONDER