Wonder

My favorite poet and his wife have just left after a visit that was filled with a great deal of fun adventures for them, a few of which I had to chance to share, the most precious of which was time togethter. Now that they are making their way back to Paris via New York, I hope to have a bit more time to attend to my long-neglected blog connections.
 
There are times when friends share with you some of their accumulated wisdom, and what they say resonates with you in such a way that you want to pass the message on to others. Betty (www.spaces.msn.com/thebuzz16) recently posted such a piece, and I’m counting on her generosity that she doesn’t mind passing it on to you.

Oh, The Wonder Of It All

 

"If I had influence with the good fairy, I would ask that her gift to each child be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life." -Rachel Carson

 

A sense of wonder is absolutely essential as one ages.  I have always been blessed with one, but if one doesn’t have one, it is never too late to develop one.  True, it requires attention, fortitude and a desire to change, but one entering the twilight of life will be defeated without it!

 

First off, hang out with kids.  Kids have a natural sense of wonder.  Last week as I shopped for navy blue shoes, I spied a Nike T-shirt that read "Today Has My Name Written All Over It."  Wow!  That T-shirt had my grandson, Frank’s name written all over it.  Frank, at eleven, wants his name written on every day.  I bought the T-shirt for Frank and could not wait for him to see it.  When I gave it to Frank his eyes lit up, a BIG smile slowly covered his entire face and his brain sprung into planning mode.  "Yeah, I’ll wear this on football practice days!"  I was as enthusiastic as Frank and could picture him strutting onto the field to practice wearing that shirt, his little chest out, his eyes gleaming.  Then I could see the laughter and enthusiasm of his team mates.  I could see their Moms out looking for that shirt because most eleven year olds want any day to have their names written all over it!  For a mere $14.00 I had bought Frank a T-shirt and bought myself an afternoon of wonder.

 

Secondly, give yourself away.  In my sixties I met a woman in my art guild who was 82.  Her name was Verna and she seemed to suffer from a depression that comes with aging.  She still had some enthusiasm because she was still painting, but she complained constantly that the world paid little attention to her.  That interested me because I had had the feeling as I entered my sixties that I was becoming invisible to the world.  I thought about Verna and her depression and after much thought realized that at 82 she had received all the attention from her world that she was ever going to receive.  Then, I thought of a remedy.  Verna could begin giving to others all that she had received from her world for 82 years.  She could begin giving to others everything she wanted for herself; attention, love, caring, compliments.  By doing that she would be involved with people, she would have purpose and she would feel wonderful.  Sadly, when I suggested this to Verna, she looked at me like I was some alien creature.  She dismissed what I had told her and wrapped snugly around her frail shoulders her cloak of sadness and regret.  I, on the other hand, took my own advice and began to give away all that I have received from life.  Giving myself away has planted me in the center of life and the folks in it.

 

These are only two of the many ways one may acquire a sense of wonder.  I’ll be back with more!

 

 
 
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8 Responses to Wonder

  1. Stephen Craig says:

    Jorge, Thank you for the visit and comment. I think the computer problem is fixed. We shall see. Am still fit as a fiddle and more. Smile. As ever be well, my friend

  2. Patricia says:

    giving yourself away…I love that Jorge…

  3. sweeti's says:

    i can understand u share this with us..we dont have kids Jorge but when i read and hear things around me i enjoy..i want to share also the things with thousand other kids and i feel blessed..i can udnerstand that when ur growing older. one need to hear and change …. dont let urself go down in every day the same systemthe lil things like the example of the tshirt…well thats the thing we live for…and ur poet is safe in PAris..againbe well as u say..JorgeMJ

  4. Sophie says:

    she complained constantly that the world paid little attention to her. That interested me because I had had the feeling as I entered my sixties that I was becoming invisible to the world.when I read the words of you,my heart was painful.i want to visit my grandma soon.

  5. Sophie says:

    Pls take good care of yourself Jorge.Sophie~

  6. J says:

    Hi Jorge! I had begun to wonder, where in the world is Jorge? So good to hear from you. Thanks for sharing this excellent post from Betty.Such wisdom! God grant me the strength and courage to take her advise as I follow along this ole trail.

  7. Betty says:

    Hi Jorge,So glad to read that you had a wonderful visit with your son. Thank you for sharing my blog – that makes me happy!It seems everyone I used to blog with is gone in one way or another, even BethMarie\’s site won\’t take comments now. The tempus do fugit I guess.I\’m still blogging, not as regularly as you, but still here. I\’ll find new friends!Betty

  8. Jana says:

    Hello Jorge,it was indeed very interesting and nice blog from Betty. To find some wonder and happiness in any age of our lives. But I guess the person needs to feel that way first.It had to be nice to have your son visit. I hope my mom will come soon as well. 🙂

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