We connect to an inner place of wonder, and thus we are open to recognising the spirit of wonder in the world around us.*
Kelvy Bird

Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence.**

Silence and wonder,
These excite me;
If these were all my life were about,
I would be content, I feel.

And yet there is more,
For I find I must break the silence,
Allow the wonder to pour into inspiration and
into activity:
All you have to do is write one true sentence.
Write the truest sentence you know.^
Yet, I know where I must come
first of all.

*Kelvy Bird’s Generative Scribing;
**1 Kings 19:11-12;
^Ernest Hemingway, from Bernadette Jiwa’s What Great Storytellers Know.