I love this poem my friend Lily posted this morning on Instagram, courtesy of The New Yorker:
…because, when have you had a shiver of noticing?
When have you been centrally privy to the most wild and rare of events?
When have you given Astonishment permission to enter in?
I’m going to take some time to contemplate my own questions here, but I too am going to look for that shiver of noticing. I too am going to pry open my eyeballs so I can be privy to the most wild and rare of events (which will probably be found in the most ordinary of places and in the most everyday of ways …because isn’t that how it always works?) And I too am going to give Astonishment permission to enter into my heart and ooze its way into my soul and permeate my mind.
Care to join me?0