Wonder isn’t an experience: it is a spiritual geographical location, a destination I can choose to visit, or live in. It is exactly a “sense” — just like smell or sight. I live through it, as much I want to or need to.
The answer to this prompt is the answer to why I write here: which is to say that this year I continue my love affair with SMALL THINGS.
This is, and is not, the small things, you think.
Wonder, for me, is in the smallest bits of life.
As a human, who exists on these details… riboflavins and proteins that keep our bodies healthy.
As a local, who exists in the radius of home, which is to say in my house, with my neighbors, in my town.
As a lover, giving attention to minute corners of desire in my own life and in his.
As a mother, that 24-7 convenience human existence, living largely in the banal moments– interacting with lunch boxes and school papers that maintain them and reveal their evolving identities.
As a writer, making space to uncommon metaphorical relationships– inviting the HRH QE2 to sleep on the futon for the night, to have Cheez Balls and cocoa for supper.
As a photographer, desperate for the chance to show you the melancholy loveliness I see in each of these perfect existences.
Wonder is an essential for me. It is where the ideas come from, and also the ability to follow through on them.