Celebrate the Wonder

Lately, I’ve been giving this blog a lot of thought.  I feel drawn toward a more integrated approach, something that connects the pieces of my life into a more coherent whole.  My life usually feels like a bunch of weird pieces that may or may not be connected to each other.  Since I am the thread I know that isn’t true but finding a way to express that has escaped me until today.

As I observe the early morning ritual of reading my e-mails, I find this in the body of a blog update.  Read more: http://blog.beliefnet.com/beyondblue/2012/12/7-ways-to-celebrate-christmas-year-round-2.html#ixzz2GMoZ9bbV

7. Hang onto wonder.

And to preserve the creativity and optimism of my right brain well after Santa’s visit, I am going to remind myself of the words of Francis P. Church, who published the editorial, “Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Clause” in 1987:

The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world….You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernatural beauty and glory beyond.

While my poetry may lack literary merit and my ability to be a romantic is someone compromised by a rather stoic view of life,  I do possess a mustard seed-size or more of faith and love.  Faith and love are the glue that holds my life together.  This is not something I often admit.  So, I’m climbing out on a limb when I decide to use those two concepts as the guiding principles behind my writing here.

Then. in a flash of inexplicable inspiration, I remember this old nursery rhyme.  While its written version can be traced to 1838, the oral version may go back to the 1570s.  I love old things and I used to love old and middle English.  This simple old rhyme will help provide a framework to my writing in the days ahead until I think of a new direction. . .

Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.[1]
 ^ a b c I. Opie and P. Opie, The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1951, 2nd edn., 1997), pp. 309-10.


I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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