Most Alive Moments and Cultivating A Sense of Wonder

I should prob­a­bly point out where I am get­ting these writ­ing prompts.   It’s a neat project over here called Reverb10—I’m not sure who I picked it up from, prob­a­bly Caligater.  Anyway, on with the prompts.  Play along at home if you like.

December 3 – Moment.

Pick one moment dur­ing which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (tex­ture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

(Author: Ali Edwards)

June, early spring in Yellowstone National Park.  It’s 4:30 in the morn­ing, and Mike and I are dri­ving in his truck up to the North loop where we are told we’ll see plenty of wildlife pho­tog­ra­phy oppor­tu­ni­ties.  It’s still dark out­side, but as we climb the moun­tain pass, the land­scape seems to glow under the light snow and frost that has accu­mu­lated over night.  We drive slowly as the east­ern sky begins to glow as if the biggest city in the world lies just over the hori­zon.  The truck smells strongly of Mike’s cof­fee and the wet wool of my heavy overcoat.

We reach the peak of the pass and begin com­ing down a steep road into a val­ley dot­ted with pine trees.  The road up ahead is momen­tar­ily blocked by a herd of elk. We slow, and I roll down the win­dow, aim­ing my cam­era at the animals.

A low boom­ing sound comes from the grass nearby.  We squint, won­der­ing what is mak­ing the sound.  A sage grouse is boom­ing, inflat­ing its bright red throat pouch, right there on the side of the road.  Up the slope, we can just make out the shapes of a bison herd, and in the grow­ing dawn light, we can now see the elk herd has dozens of  new­born calves, hud­dled close to their moth­ers.  The light spat­ters across the val­ley, it’s warmth mak­ing a fog from the frost here and there.  The ani­mals breath hang in wreathed clouds around their heads, moist halos.  This is sacred to me, I real­ize.  Being here, now—the cam­era and the pic­tures don’t really mat­ter.  It’s deeply, prim­i­tively about get­ting close.

Anyway, expe­ri­ences like that, through­out the year, remind me that I am alive.  That the world is alive and teem­ing with amaz­ing things.

December 4 – Wonder.

How did you cul­ti­vate a sense of won­der in your life this year?

(Author: Jeffrey Davis)

I read sci­ence news. I read spec­u­la­tive fic­tion.  I travel to breath­tak­ing places.  I cul­ti­vate a sense of won­der by putting myself in front of won­der­ful things.  By get­ting to know won­der­ful people.

Truth is, the older I get the harder won­der gets.  Biology and nature con­sis­tently hit me with a sense of won­der, so it’s the travel that prob­a­bly helps me keep that sense cul­ti­vated more than any­thing else.   Sometimes, being around some­thing truly ancient, like Stonehenge evokes that deep sense of won­der as well.

As much as I love fic­tion, it’s the real world that aston­ishes me.  All the things right here around me, under the proper cir­cum­stances, can fill me with awe.

Like you, dear reader.  That you devote any of your pre­cious time to read­ing my work fills me with won­der and awe.  This is an amaz­ing place that we live in.  I wish I could stay here forever.

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