Sense of Wonder

What creates a sense of wonder in me?

More than anything, a sense of relationship. 

That sounds very broad.  Understandable – although I experience it in specific ways, it could come from any one of number of sources.  

It could be a Facebook picture of a friend holding a granddaughter, the two lost in wonder, looking at the other’s face.  

It could be watching Anne listen to Barbara singing the jazz vocals they both love so well, experiencing Barbara's delight at the rapport the two feel.

It could be being aware of the bliss of sitting on the couch with John late Sunday evening, sipping his excellent coffee & eating teeny bites of luscious dark chocolate, as we snug close to each other, listening in the semi-dark  to The Tobolowsky Files. 

It could be the inner grin at getting a note from my sister, or being all smiles as a friend shares details of a special family weekend. 

Relationship in all its glorious forms is my Star of Wonder, my true north.  It's what creates a sense of wonder in me.  

Always has been, always will be.  

Wonderful!