Curiosity, Wonder and Awe
Sometimes, when you are haunted by the same issue again and again in the period of a few days, and seemingly in random unrelated conversations, you might start to think that there is an idea, an inspiration, a message knocking at your door. And you probably ought to go see who's there before they change their mind and think you're not worthy of the call.
Four times in two days, I've had occasion to discuss something like these questions with four people, two times initiated by them, not me:
"Why do you suppose that so few of the adults you know seem to be curious? What relationship does our capacity to wonder have with our collective intellect and culture? How does one nurture a sense of unknowing, unassuming curiosity, the child's mind, that expectant freshness when encountering the ordinary to think maybe there are understandings both above and below the surface of things that, pondered, would make us richer in spirit?"
So, that is what I'm thinking about today, with hopes of reaching some conclusions by next Thursday's deadline for the "Road Less Traveled" column in the Floyd Press. There's something here worth exploring, and I'd be happy for your experiences, ideas and comments on this topic.
This is a rich vein, and not likely to be wrapped up in one 700 word essay. Heck, there may be a book here. It is central to so much of what has driven me, and drawn me, over these past years of writing--the sense that there are worlds within worlds beyond our jaded senses. Because we have so many facts, we think we've reached the end of the matter. That's just nature, climate, consciousness, memory or language. Ho hum. And we look for stimulation in television and computer "realities" that really don't carry us anywhere worth going.
Help me here. I haven't give you much, I know. But I'll get back to you soon. Promise.