Suddenly Awestruck

If, in your travels, you are suddenly awestruck, make sure that when you can move again, you stay awhile. Awe inspiring events provide a lot of data and a tremendous amount of energy that, if absorbed, can literally change your DNA. Not to mention your soul.

Some say, scratch beneath the surface, and you’ll find dirt in everyone.

I say, pay enough attention and you will be awestruck over and over, because people have tremendous abilities, insights, talents that go largely unnoticed.

Some say experiencing awe is a rare event.

I say we haven’t been calibrated finely enough to detect how much of it is out there. I’m working on my instrument ~ how about you?

Awe

He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
…………..~ Albert Einstein

I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them…
…………..~Annie Dillard

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About CarolWiebe

Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).
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2 Responses to Suddenly Awestruck

  1. Deb Sims says:

    Yes! Finally someone who thinks as I do that miracles are not always, not even most of the time, grand huge happenings. Miracles are all around us in the dove who over and over tries to build a nest on the edge of a 2 x 4 and does!, in the eyes of my dogs, in the warmth of Roger’s hand when I’ve had a bad day. Small, tiny, unseen unless you’re tuned to look for them!

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