...and so I crept up to the attic one afternoon - with a peanut butter sandwich in one hand and a thermos of hot tea in the other. It was sunny in one of the corners and I settled down with an old quilt and my repast to see what might happen. After a few sips of tea my head started to nod and sleep overtook my assignment to watch the trunk.
Upon awaking I found something/someone perched upon my knee. It was all I could do not to jump up - but my tea cup was still in my lap and so I just uttered a weak little "EEK". "Who are you?" "I am one of The Whisperers -- weren't you expecting me?"
Apparently "The Whisperers" are designated to remind each of us of the most beautiful things of every day life. "Wonder" had been sent to check me out - to see if I was a good candidate to be given this reminder. Others, she explained might be given the gift of 'joy', 'peace', 'frolic' or 'magic'. I didn't dare tell her that 'frolic' or 'magic' sounded like much more fun than 'wonder' but when I thought about it it, I figured it wouldn't be all that bad after all - one never refuses a gift.
Now I have a goal, with this little reminder nearby, that I must greet each day with wonder, to look for it in the simple small environment of my life and to nurture it so that I may pass it along.
"Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods." - Plato
