My friend Tea has a series of posts on her blog which she titles “Stalking Wonder.” I love the phrase, because it has within it shades of both hunter and artist – observer and wily plotter.
When we drove to Yosemite yesterday, I wasn’t particularly stalking anything – I was shoving food and siblings into the back seat, and worrying about which route we ought to take, and whether I could breathe about 5000 feet (note to self: you can, but just barely). Stalking is deliberate, and you have to remind yourself to set aside everything to purposefully find wonder.
park stalk
first, slow your movements.
the fleeting bird called “happy”
will likely lay eggs
With thanks to Adrienne for serving as model for this one.
Look! There I am! Seeing that makes me miss being there.
I’m going to hope those ducks weren’t really laying eggs on that lawn, though… maybe metaphorical eggs only.