#wonder — Public Fediverse posts
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The world doesn’t become less extraordinary with age. Sometimes our brains simply become so efficient that we stop noticing what was there all along.
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The world doesn’t become less extraordinary with age. Sometimes our brains simply become so efficient that we stop noticing what was there all along.
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Something in you remembers a mode of being where the unknown was not yet a threat. Where attention did not need to defend itself. Where a question could open without immediately being dragged before the court of usefulness.
https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/curiosity
#Curiosity #Wonder #Awe #Childhood #Flow #Presence #Predictiveprocessing #Mind
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Something in you remembers a mode of being where the unknown was not yet a threat. Where attention did not need to defend itself. Where a question could open without immediately being dragged before the court of usefulness.
https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/curiosity
#Curiosity #Wonder #Awe #Childhood #Flow #Presence #Predictiveprocessing #Mind
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無譜的交響曲 / The Unwritten Symphony
.....https://photomichiblog.wordpress.com/2026/07/30/the-unwritten-symphony/
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無譜的交響曲 / The Unwritten Symphony
.....https://photomichiblog.wordpress.com/2026/07/30/the-unwritten-symphony/
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Stumbling Block
It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.
The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.
You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;
two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,
the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,
a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,
lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.
It is time then.
I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.
Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.
July 29, 2022
#boneCracklingMorning #bullfrog #chronicPain #ContemplativePoetry #ContemplativeWriting #Despair #divineSurprise #embodiment #Faith #FaithAndLife #Family #findingJoy #fog #friends #God #GodIsMystery #Grace #Gratitude #Hope #Hospitality #ListeningToTheSoul #Love #marriage #mist #Morning #mothersAndDaughters #movingForward #mystery #personalReflection #pilgrimage #Poems #readiness #renewal #resilience #sacredOrdinary #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #SubmissionToGod #surprise #tearsAndHealing #Travel #wanderingWonder #Wonder -
Stumbling Block
It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.
The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.
You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;
two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,
the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,
a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,
lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.
It is time then.
I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.
Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.
July 29, 2022
#boneCracklingMorning #bullfrog #chronicPain #ContemplativePoetry #ContemplativeWriting #Despair #divineSurprise #embodiment #Faith #FaithAndLife #Family #findingJoy #fog #friends #God #GodIsMystery #Grace #Gratitude #Hope #Hospitality #ListeningToTheSoul #Love #marriage #mist #Morning #mothersAndDaughters #movingForward #mystery #personalReflection #pilgrimage #Poems #readiness #renewal #resilience #sacredOrdinary #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #SubmissionToGod #surprise #tearsAndHealing #Travel #wanderingWonder #Wonder -
We spend so much time searching for magic in the world that we sometimes overlook the most magical thing we carry with us every day—our brains.
#Neuroscience #DejaVu #BrainScience #Wonder #NotQuiteSuperhuman
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We spend so much time searching for magic in the world that we sometimes overlook the most magical thing we carry with us every day—our brains.
#Neuroscience #DejaVu #BrainScience #Wonder #NotQuiteSuperhuman
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A teenage encounter with Theodore Sturgeon's To Marry Medusa led me from a mistaken intuition about faster-than-light attention to a lasting appreciation of science and metaphor.
#newpost #scifi #physics #TheodoreSturgeon #science #wonder #attention
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A teenage encounter with Theodore Sturgeon's To Marry Medusa led me from a mistaken intuition about faster-than-light attention to a lasting appreciation of science and metaphor.
#newpost #scifi #physics #TheodoreSturgeon #science #wonder #attention
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The Sodden Astronomer
They say, Do not look at the stars,
or you will step into holes
and sink your shoes in mud.
So you can keep your eyes
fixed on the ground,
safe from puddles,
safe from falling,
and miss the lights
burning above in the dark—
except for a stolen glance,
a hurried sip of heaven.
Or you can throw
caution to the wind,
lift your thirsty face
to those bright jewels
sewn into black velvet,
and stumble on
with wet feet.October 27, 1988 (edited June 2026)
Curridabat, Costa RicaPart of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988
9.927128-84.082012 San Jose, Costa Rica #1988 #astronomyMetaphor #awe #Beauty #blackVelvetSky #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #Courage #CreativeWriting #dreamers #Dreaming #earthAndHeaven #HereAreSomeWordPressTagsForThePoemSoddenAstronomer #Hope #Imagination #jewelsInTheDarkness #lookingUp #mudAndStars #mysticalPoetry #night #NightSky #poeticImage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Risk #SpiritualReflection #stargazing #stars #symbolicPoetry #walkingByFaith #wetFeet #Wonder #wonderAndCaution #Writing -
The Sodden Astronomer
They say, Do not look at the stars,
or you will step into holes
and sink your shoes in mud.
So you can keep your eyes
fixed on the ground,
safe from puddles,
safe from falling,
and miss the lights
burning above in the dark—
except for a stolen glance,
a hurried sip of heaven.
Or you can throw
caution to the wind,
lift your thirsty face
to those bright jewels
sewn into black velvet,
and stumble on
with wet feet.October 27, 1988 (edited June 2026)
Curridabat, Costa RicaPart of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988
9.927128-84.082012 San Jose, Costa Rica #1988 #astronomyMetaphor #awe #Beauty #blackVelvetSky #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #Courage #CreativeWriting #dreamers #Dreaming #earthAndHeaven #HereAreSomeWordPressTagsForThePoemSoddenAstronomer #Hope #Imagination #jewelsInTheDarkness #lookingUp #mudAndStars #mysticalPoetry #night #NightSky #poeticImage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Risk #SpiritualReflection #stargazing #stars #symbolicPoetry #walkingByFaith #wetFeet #Wonder #wonderAndCaution #Writing -
"I never wonder at the bread-dog night."
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Learning to Look Closer #2: Just Outside the Window
My nephew was standing at the window this morning when a tiny robber fly flew up to the glass. For a minute, it almost seemed like they were entertaining each other. It would fly away, then come back again, hovering just long enough to catch his attention. Every time it returned, he lit up a little more. Then it landed. I grabbed my phone, quietly walked over, and snapped a single picture through the window. One click. That was all I got. As soon as the photo was taken, it lifted off […]https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/22/learning-to-look-closer-2-just-outside-the-window/
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Learning to Look Closer #2: Just Outside the Window
My nephew was standing at the window this morning when a tiny robber fly flew up to the glass. For a minute, it almost seemed like they were entertaining each other. It would fly away, then come back again, hovering just long enough to catch his attention. Every time it returned, he lit up a little more. Then it landed. I grabbed my phone, quietly walked over, and snapped a single picture through the window. One click. That was all I got. As soon as the photo was taken, it lifted off […]https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/22/learning-to-look-closer-2-just-outside-the-window/
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing every mile.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/19/the-weight-of-wonder/
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing every mile.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/19/the-weight-of-wonder/
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What Endures: What Sam Neill Helped Me Remember
I thought I was mourning an actor. Instead, I found myself remembering the child who believed dinosaurs could inspire a lifetime of questions.
Coral fossil at Thacher State Park, NYThe passing of Sam Neill hit me harder than I expected.
I’ve mourned musicians before. There’s something uniquely heartbreaking about realizing you’ll never hear a new song in their voice again. But this was the first time I’d experienced something similar with an actor, and it surprised me.
So I decided to sit quietly with what I was feeling instead of trying to explain it away.
After all, this was someone I’d never met. I knew him only through the characters he brought to life on screen—most notably Dr. Alan Grant in Jurassic Park, one of my favorite films of all time.
As I sat with those emotions, I realized something unexpected.
I wasn’t truly sad.
I was deeply emotional.
There is a difference.
The emotion wasn’t coming from the loss of someone I knew personally.
It came from the memories his work awakened.
The child who spent hours fascinated by dinosaurs, lying on the bedroom floor while my father read dinosaur books to me.
The teenager who read Jurassic Park during the first week of August 1992…
The young woman who saw the film the week it was released…
I realized I wasn’t only remembering a movie.
I was remembering wonder.
Glacial Striations. Black Mountain, NYSBy the age of three, I was completely obsessed with dinosaurs. I would share facts and ridiculously long, unpronounceable names with anyone who would listen, becoming a walking dinosaur encyclopedia.
My father nurtured that curiosity. He read dinosaur books with me, and my shelves gradually filled with dinosaur books and fossils. My parents even took me to the American Museum of Natural History in New York City so I could stand beneath the dinosaur skeletons I’d only seen in books. My Dad took me to see Baby: Secret of the Lost Legend, a movie about dinosaurs surviving in a hidden corner of the world. Then there was the legend of the Loch Ness Monster. To my childhood mind, none of it seemed impossible. The world still felt wonderfully mysterious.
My love for dinosaurs persisted, though my obsession waned until 1992, when I spotted a white paperback book with a black T. rex skeleton on the cover titled Jurassic Park while vacationing in Maine. Without a second thought, I claimed that book as my own, and within three days on the beach, I’d devoured the entire story. A year later, when the movie was released, I saw it during its first week in theaters—and then again and again. I must have seen Jurassic Park at least three times on the big screen. The wonder inspired by Michael Crichton’s story and brought to life by Sam Neill’s portrayal of Dr. Alan Grant became another step on the path that eventually led me toward a career in geology.
Author on Prospect Mountian TrailAs I revisited Jurassic Park the other night in honor of Sam Neill, I found myself waiting for one particular scene. It’s the moment when Dr. Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm, and John Hammond are driving through the park. Ellie notices a leaf from a plant that should have been extinct for millions of years. Alan isn’t looking at the leaf anymore. He’s already frozen, staring into the distance.
Every time I watch it, I cry.
It isn’t because of the dinosaurs.
This time I finally understood why.
It’s because of what that moment represents.
Can you imagine devoting your life to studying something you’ve only known through fossils, books, and imagination—and then suddenly finding yourself standing before it, alive?
The emotions I felt at the passing of Sam Neill weren’t simply about losing an actor. They were about honoring the child who lay on the bedroom floor listening to dinosaur stories, the teenager who couldn’t put Jurassic Park down, and the woman who still looks at the world with the same wide-eyed curiosity. Maybe that’s the quiet gift this experience offered me—not a reminder of what I’d lost, but a reminder of what has endured. That child is still very much present. She just asks different questions now.
The little things don’t make life smaller. They make life deeper.
We often think memories belong to us alone. But sometimes they have caretakers—books, films, songs, voices, and people we’ve never met. When one of those caretakers is gone, the memories don’t disappear. They simply ask us to hold them ourselves.
Adirondack MountiansSometimes I wonder if we’re not only mourning a person. Perhaps we’re mourning the version of ourselves that first met them—the dreams they inspired, the season of life they became part of, and the quiet goodness they reflected back to us.
Maybe I wasn’t mourning an actor after all.
Maybe I was remembering wonder.
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There are three types of #Baseball #Players: Those who make it happen, those who watch it happen and those who #wonder what happens.
-- #TommyLasorda
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Recovering Wonder, Living in the Fullness of God by K. Paul Dawson goes live on 7/27
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/ogNRr28XApQ Faith was never meant to shrink to routines you can schedule and outcomes you can guarantee. Recovering Wonder is for anyone who’s been running hard, controlling, avoiding, optimizing and still feels the ground shifting beneath them. This isn’t a book about trying harder. It’s God’s invitation to a larger faith: one that makes room for mystery, holy disruption, and the kind of awe that changes how you see everything. Living in God’s […] -
Recovering Wonder, Living in the Fullness of God by K. Paul Dawson goes live on 7/27
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/ogNRr28XApQ Faith was never meant to shrink to routines you can schedule and outcomes you can guarantee. Recovering Wonder is for anyone who’s been running hard, controlling, avoiding, optimizing and still feels the ground shifting beneath them. This isn’t a book about trying harder. It’s God’s invitation to a larger faith: one that makes room for mystery, holy disruption, and the kind of awe that changes how you see everything. Living in God’s […] -
The Artist From The Inside Out @artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com@artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com ·GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,when I was 8years old, GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jayhttps://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/09/glass-eyed-and-8-poetry-by-jay-2/
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The Artist From The Inside Out @artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com@artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com ·GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,when I was 8years old, GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jayhttps://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2026/07/09/glass-eyed-and-8-poetry-by-jay-2/
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Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/01/chapter-seven-return-to-wonder/
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Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.https://perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/2026/07/01/chapter-seven-return-to-wonder/
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Childhood Beliefs: When the Moon Follows You
Di masa kanak-kanak, penulis percaya bahwa bulan mengikutinya, menciptakan rasa kedekatan dengan alam semesta. Seiring bertambah dewasa, penulis menyadari absurditas keyakinan tersebut, namun tetap merindukan perasaan keindahan dan makna. Dalam perjalanan hidup, penulis berusaha mencari kembali pengalaman itu, menyadari bahwa kebenaran bisa kehilangan rasa personal.https://legawa.com/2026/06/27/childhood-beliefs-when-the-moon-follows-you/
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Childhood Beliefs: When the Moon Follows You
Di masa kanak-kanak, penulis percaya bahwa bulan mengikutinya, menciptakan rasa kedekatan dengan alam semesta. Seiring bertambah dewasa, penulis menyadari absurditas keyakinan tersebut, namun tetap merindukan perasaan keindahan dan makna. Dalam perjalanan hidup, penulis berusaha mencari kembali pengalaman itu, menyadari bahwa kebenaran bisa kehilangan rasa personal.https://legawa.com/2026/06/27/childhood-beliefs-when-the-moon-follows-you/
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“Give me wonder and mystery, but don’t make me check my brain at the door!” https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/06/24/give-me-wonder-and-mystery-but-dont-make-me-check-my-brain-at-the-door/ #atTheDoor #BodyMindSpiritBooks #book #DavidShoemaker #donTMakeMe #giveMe #MagickStudies #myBrain #mystery #mysticism #occultism #philosophy #PhilosophyMetaphysics #quote #SpiritualityReligion #thelema #wonder -
Five hundred million years ago, something that wasn't yet an animal became one. Nobody saw it. This week, in a lab in Jena, somebody got as close to watching it as we may ever get. 🧵 https://twp.ai/4hrZsx
#Science #Evolution #MarineBiology #CombJelly #Ctenophore #DevelopmentalBiology #OceanLife #STEM #SciComm #Wonder #Nature #Biology
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The Importance of Wonder in Storytelling
Author Sophie Chen Keller discusses the importance of wonder in storytelling by examining her own writing (and reading) path.
The post The Importance of Wonder in Storytelling appeared first on Writer's Digest.
https://www.writersdigest.com/the-importance-of-wonder-in-storytelling#WriteBetterFiction #WritingTechniques #fictionwriting #storytelling #Wonder
