The wonders this week are heavy on the critters I know.
My cats love to harass the bird. For the most part, she takes it well, but I do lock them away from her at night so at least she can get a good night’s rest.
Ash especially likes to climb up to toast his backside with her heat lamp. Ella does not appreciate this although they have some kind of cease fire arrangement.
As I was doodling on my Sunday off from writing, I worked on a sketch long before I saw that I was drawing my own cat and bird.
(The original I modeled this from and found on Pinterest is here.)
After I was done, I realized it could be Ella and Ash in a reverse of their usual spots. Perhaps when the lion and the lamb lie down together, these two will be friends.
The strongest pop of wonder came for me as I went in for the torture of getting my broken filling repaired at the dentist. (It went alright. Tooth is fixed now and I can feel my jaw once more.)
I’ve gone to this dentist in the same office for over 20 years but have never seen the view from the offices across the hall. The door was propped open because of a remodel and the view hit me just as I stepped off the elevator. For the first time, I could see the mountain that had been hiding from me all these years.
My walk with Q was my last wonder for this week. The rains started up again and the creek’s back up. We were so grateful for our rain boots that let us stomp around and explore the universe full of wonder around us.
May you make peace with your lurking shadows who are attracted to your light and see the surprises in places you’ve been many times before,
A recycled bit on the wonder series:
As a part of my 2016 blog revision, I started a new small weekly post I call ‘Wednesday Wonders.’
One of my favorite things about writing and other art forms is the way they open my eyes to the surprises around me in my everyday life. Many of these wonders will also be in my Instagram account since I discovered the joy of that program during an advent photo project.
I collect these surprises like little rocks in a kid’s pocket. I may use them in a story. I may not. Either way, life gets a little brighter when I take the time to notice.