Thursday, April 15, 2010

Unexpected Wonder

I spend too much time smelling roses.

I sprinkle petals over my girls and tell them they are princesses. I stop them when the sun hits the house in a certain way and make them notice.

I need to do less of it. Sometimes the unexpected wonder of it all makes me feel like I'm trapped in a prism.

Or like I'm a taste bud.

Or an open wound.

Or an old, old woman with nothing to do but sit and think.

All this wonder makes me a terrible driver, a person who can't finish a conversation... and someone who says yes too frequently and then forgets what I've said yes to.

What?

21 comments:

  1. Your words today are wonderful. Liked this a lot.

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  2. Me, too. "Look, the trees, the trees" is one of my lines.

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  3. Nice. It must be catching 'cuz I feel the same way.

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  4. Loved the rose petal image! Makes we want to go do the same!

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  5. Powerful. But I would say that you should continue to stop and notice. There is inspiration everywhere, each blade of grass, each ray of sun. That is what makes this life we live so very awe-some. And if you did stop it would make you not you. That would be a shame.
    Enjoy the day, Miss Suzy!
    Erin

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  6. "I sprinkle petals over my girls and tell them they are princesses. I stop them when the sun hits the house in a certain way and make them notice."

    . . . Beautiful! :-)

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  7. Sounds like a colorful place to be, perhaps not convenient but certainly vivid.

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  8. "trapped in a prism, a taste bud, an open wound" You picked some fabulously diverse words and they all fit perfectly. Wonderful reflection. Yay, Suzy's back to musing in the blogosphere!

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  9. It's the artist in you .. we're allowed to be a little dreamy and even scatterbrained (the first is you the second is me). It's our right.

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  10. I agree with Tess! It's the creative sides of us.

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  11. There is no shortage of wonder in the world. What seems to be lacking are those who can and will appreciate it, and share it with others. This is what you do. Keep doing it.

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  12. No, don't stop.

    You're giving them magic lives.

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  13. I think this is simply the part of a writer that makes one a writer. You're raw and exposed and turn that painful exposure into what a reader needs to live your experience. And personally, I wouldn't have you any other way because you see down into the heart of me and never flinch.

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  14. You can't stop noticing. You don't have it in you. Nor should you, as it all makes its way to the page.

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  15. Just when I need a dose of magic, along comes Suze with another magical blog post. Thanks!

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  16. Lovely, as always!

    Maybe that's why I am a terrible driver! I scare myself sometimes. What a nice thing to blame it on.

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  17. I so feel this. I point out all the beauty in the world, but forget to truly experience it myself. :)

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  18. Seem you focus on what really matters. Lovely. I can smell the roses and see the sunlight.

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  19. I am always pointing out the wonders of a beautiful sky or the shape of tree or an eagle or hawk or cardinal or blue jay in the sky. More often than not their faces glaze over, but on occasion they see and they soak in the beauty. Those are wonderful times!

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