I’ve been rereading a collection of writings by Katherine Paterson called “A Sense of Wonder” and ruminating on what it takes to maintain a daily sense of wonder about life. Today was most decidedly NOT a day of wonder. From the time I awoke until this very minute, I’ve felt rushed and pushed and pulled on and tugged on and tired. And sick. I wanted to find the wonder. I searched. And I’m sure the wonder was there, but the eyes of my heart could not see it.
For now, here’s today’s poem. Tomorrow will be better, right?
Weeds
Nothing grows inside my brain.
I think it’s full of weeds.
If I could get a hoe in there,
I’d plant some thinking seeds.
—Kristy Dempsey (all rights reserved)
Kristy Dempsey 
Are you kidding me? This is the poem you come up with when you’ve been pushed, pulled, and are tired and sick?
I don’t know if the wonder is there with you or not, but it sure is here.
I’m wondering how you do it!
Your poem is… wonderful!
Well, I have to admit that particular poem was written on another day. It just felt right for the kind of day I had yesterday, because when I sat down to come up with my poem for yesterday, I wrote about a spider, but when I had finished that poem it was a little freaky to read if you didn’t know the poem was about a spider who’d caught a moth in its trap. It seemed a little too sinister to post here on my lj. So I posted the weeds poem instead, which fit my mood a little better. I also wrote a really bad poem about a flying squirrel yesterday. But it’s just a draft. The point is just to get it on paper, no?
yes it will Kristy
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love you! take care of yourself!
Thank you! I hope you’re feeling better. I love your icon.
I love this poem, Kristy.
I hope your tomorrow is better than your today.
Hugs.
Ahhhhhhhhh, thank you, I needed that. 🙂
You are so amazing.
All I have to do is visit your blog and I find the wonder!
You’re so sweet. I’m feeling better today. So much so that I even found the wonder in potholes this morning as I was taking my kids to school. That’s something, right?
Oh! I love that Weeds poem of yours!!!! YOU ROCK!!!!
You rock back!
Awesome poem! (And just when DH and I were talking about how hard it is to think these days…)
It is harder to think these days, I agree. Is it the phase of life we’re in or does it just keep getting worse and worse?
Well, I know MY life certainly isn’t getting any calmer… Oh where, oh where are all my brain cells?
Awesome poem! (And just when DH and I were talking about how hard it is to think these days…)
I love that poem.
As for wonder . . . there are days that are more wonder-full than others. That’s life, too.
So true. Yesterday, though, the problem was with me, I could tell. I just couldn’t shake the cobwebs from my heart. The days that aren’t wonder-full because of circumstances or coincidences or for whatever external reason are somehow easier for me to find wonder in. I don’t mean to say that I was beating myself up that I couldn’t find the wonder. There was no sense of pressure other than just wanting to be happy and not really feeling well enough to or time enough to get there between all the things that were coming at me. But Mama said there’d be days like these, too, huh?
Today is already better. We drove to school this morning extolling the virtues of peach pie and of, surprisingly, potholders and thinking it would be nice if we could fill all the potholes of the world with pot”holders”. And then just as quickly as it had gone, the wonder was back.
Only you could make weeds so appealing. What a great poem!
And I love the pot holders. 🙂
I think we’ll send a suggestion to the Brazilian transportation department. Potholders, the way to make our daily commute a little more comfortable.
Pass the thinking seeds, please . . .
I’ve placed an order with Burpee. I’ll send some your way when they arrive, if your promise to share the harvest. 🙂
That’s an excellent poem, especially appropriate for “one of those days” when it comes in spring.
Of course tomorrow will be better–it has to be, right?
It has been better! And I’m so glad it’s Friday.