This act is close to my heart because it has so much to do with imagination – too much of it leaves me blue-eyed and living in illusion that is often scintillating to live through, but yields the off beat disillusionment that sometimes breaches into disappointment.

Be that as it may, it’s a hard pill you swallow at the start of your life. We cannot always get what we want!

Clinging to the wondering in life is part of us – almost like the cliff hangers we experience, it invigorates and stimulates feeling that at their apex are like butterflies in the stomach. An endless pass-time activity that we yearn for in everything we live.

Just waaandering in wOndering…

Like a never-ending spiral we are drawn to light like moths to a flame – artists keeping things interesting and new.

I will never stop this activity for I find it to be a spice of life – seemingly always drinking from the honey that is at the fringe of reality and expression.

Bottomless this beautiful void is that I find myself forever falling within. Creative I want to be – spreading wings, splashing in pools on the sides and jumping on floating rocks and dancing across brides between mid-air islands.

At least my mind cant help itself – I do know however that there is safety and comfort in the knowledge of what is what and so forth…Yet when compared to the sheer elation that comes and goes I do feel more alive in this free space.

Not proficient at it yet, I do however have softer landings than I used to.

Lots of motivating encouragement from the world has made trust it in a greater way – giving myself the opportunity to get more comfortable in my own skin.

The word wondering in itself has the quality of a wonder – so its like a small thing one can do for oneself to appreciate all of it that there is in the world. Long gone is the intense fear of this space we live in – its been put on the backburner so that it may melt into a calculated knowing of the dangers – instead of the opening of gates to them.

It’s a spark that opens up the mind into a better way of being – of course this is merely a subcategory of bliss, yet I think it healthy to take small sips for personal pleasure.

We all want this in our lives, but who would have thought that this basic behaviour could bloom into a thing so joyous when cultivated regularly – another gift you can give yourself.

Almost effortlessly we find ourselves in this state at times, unaware of the potential it has to brighten our days. Too seldomly do I delve so deeply, but it feels right for now.

Somehow I have become disillusioned with a new and positive twist. I just hope I do not pay too high a price once my wOnder goes back to wAndering.