Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Emote This: Wonder

Recently, we discussed our earliest memories, and though some of them were rather sad, the discussion made me recall what it felt like to be a child, filled with wonder for the world around me. When I was a little girl, everything fascinated me: the varied faces, overheard conversations, movies and music and books... and so much more.


The beauty and serenity of the natural world amazed me.



Skyscrapers seemed to go on forever.



Even animals intrigued me – especially the big ones.



So, what filled you with awe and curiosity as a child, and what continues to captivate you in this or other worlds?

Authors and characters, feel free to share your most wondrous moments!

47 comments:

Gabby said...

White people weren't white! That amazed me when I first saw them, Most were pink, some brownish and many, after lying in the sun too long, were very red.Also they had different colors of hair. That was weird! I was amazed at how fast the bus went around corners and how busy Kingston was! How big my uncle's donkey was, how long her ears and how soft her muzzle.
And all those colorful small fish in the sea. How beautiful the sound of people singing as they worked. Everything was wonderful then!

Aidan said...

The mountains, I guess.

Kalila said...

Watching the army of Alexander crossing the plains of Bactria certainly filled me with wonder. He was the enemy of the humans in that land, and I was sympathetic, but no one could help being amazed at the Macedonian army!

Nutmeg Cross said...

Wow, y'all have such amazing memories... Mine are much simpler, I guess.

I grew up in the woods of southern Mississippi. I was home-schooled, so for a while, I didn't see much beyond my father's land, where he runs a vision quest camp for troubled teenagers.

And the thing that made me wonder most was that, no matter how different all these kids seemed - what they looked like, where they came from, how much money their families had - they were all linked by their confusion and their sadness, and most of them discovered something important about themselves while they were there. It was wondrous to behold.

Olivia Harper said...

The legend of Ruby Hollow filled me with wonder. I was entranced when my mother first told me about it. Her bedtime stories - and the way I felt hearing them - stay with me still. And now I've passed on the stories to my own family, which feels wonderful, too.

Jesse Littleton said...

Well, Kalila, that would have been an incredible sight, and I appreciate that you at least had sympathy for the humans...

Like Olivia, it's always been Ruby Hollow that's filled me wonder. Only it wasn't a legend to me - it was my reality. And while I grew up there and was accustomed to it immediately, it still amazed me that such a place could run as well as it did.

Buddy Harper said...

Arf! Wonder, hmm... Arf! Arf!

First time I saw the Harpers... Arf! ..was wonderful indeed.

Arf! Arf!

*wags tail*

Ginger said...

I can watch the waves crashing on the shore forever. They never stop. They are as constant as time itself.

Olivia Harper said...

I'm with you, Ginger. I live right on the beach, on South Padre Island. I could watch the waves forever, too. Just wish there wasn't so much seaweed here.

Kaelin said...

I like to watch Jason and Marc surf.

Olivia Harper said...

That's interesting. Why, Kaelin? Are they graceful? Or do you like to watch the waves swamp them? I'm just curious.

Olivia Harper said...

Incidentally, I wish I could surf. I'm a strong swimmer - and good at yoga and other balance-oriented things - but I've never tried surfing. The waves don't get high enough on SPI.

Candy said...

My great aunt's house filled me with wonder. Italian opera floated through the rooms which were filled with books and antiques. I could look out any window and see rolling, golden hills, and the air smelled of roses from the garden the villa's walls embraced.
I felt love there and everything was beautiful...

Nutmeg Cross said...

Hi, Candy! Your great aunt's house sounds amazing. What a wonderful memory.

Kaelin said...

Olivia,

If you ever come visit, they'll take you out.

They are graceful and strong and all that. But it's really one of the few times I feel like we can live at peace with the world.

Olivia Harper said...

Sounds wonderful, Kaelin! I'd be delighted to visit... and to learn the art of surfing. It really does seem to be a graceful sport... and very one with nature.

Christine H said...

I apologize for the blip that just happened... if anyone noticed it.

Now that I am an admin for CIC, some posts that are intended for my personal blog accidentally end up here. It has to do with the fact that Blogger keeps changing the order of the blog list on my dashboard.

Sorry about that!

Marc said...

Didn't even notice, Christine!

Aww, look at that, Kaelin's trying to make you a date, Jason. Adorable of him, really.

Jason said...

Ignore my brother, Olivia.

You're welcome anytime we're not off fighting demons and trying to save the world. We always have a spare board laying about.

Christine H said...

Phew!

Olivia Harper said...

Oh, Christine! I didn't even notice the blip. Been out treasure-hunting with my pal Joe all morning. He's looking for buried treasure in the dunes while I'm searching for interesting things to use in my artwork. It's a lot of fun!

As for surfing, I'm still up for it, but I should warn you, Marc - I'm happily married.

P.S. Wow! Surfing when not trying to save the world! What exciting lives you demons live.

Marc said...

I know, Olivia. I'm just giving Jason a hard time. He's had a bit of a...dry spell in the female department.

Or, well, what do we call twenty years? A catastrophic drought?

Olivia Harper said...

Why is it so difficult for a cute demon who surfs and saves the world to find a date? Maybe he's looking in the wrong places?

Marc said...

He's overly dedicated to our younger cousin, My Lord Seer Aidan Trevet.

Bloody waste of time, if you ask me.

Aidan said...

You know I'm RIGHT here. I can hear everything. Sheesh.

Jason is cute? Huh. Never really noticed.

Lucy said...

He's very cute, Olivia, and he's very kind, as well.

It's quite obnoxious, really.

Jason said...

Bloody hell, is it International Razz Jason Day? I think I missed an email.

Olivia Harper said...

Sorry, Jason. I was just concerned for you. I didn't mean to start anything. I'll keep my mouth shut from now on...

Samantha Harper said...

Way to go, Mom. Like a 20-year drought isn't bad enough. Now, he's got to get his face rubbed in it.

Jason said...

No, ladies, please. It's not your fault. Marcus just isn't busy enough today.

And there's no a 20 year...well. You don't want details. But I'm fine.

Honestly, Marc. You need a day job. Now you've made the ladies feel bad.

Marc said...

Sorry.

Aidan said...

Not.

Olivia Harper said...

Sigh.

Aidan said...

It's all right Olivia. We're all just messing around here. It's Jason's turn. That's all.

Olivia Harper said...

Yeah, Aidan, I guess when you've been alive as y'all have, it's easy to get bored. Taking turns with the ribbing probably helps to pass the time... when you're not fighting or surfing or shopping for new clothes, that is.

Olivia Harper said...

Oops. I meant to say "when you've been alive as long as y'all have..."

(This is what happens when you try to type after a glass of wine.)

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

I remember being warm.

I was one of those never could stay in their own bed types. I felt fine in my room when I went to bed. The problem was, if I woke up in the night, not even for bad dream reasons or anything I felt wrong ... cold. If I woke up I went to Mum's room and climbed into bed there. Then I felt warm, like inside and outside too.

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

It has to be said, that Flower and I hold this memory in common.

It is as true for her as it is for me.

Aidan said...

Olivia, I've only been alive 22 years. But my cousins are older. I've never seen them bored, actually. Then it would get REALLY bad around here.


Flower, I spent nearly a year underground, a prisoner of Maliquium. It took me a long time to get warm after that.

But I feel warm every time Jason touches me. It's weird.

Nutmeg Cross said...

Uh... that is weird, Aidan. Does Jason have magic fingers?

Aidan said...

It is weird. I have no idea why. Frankly, I'm kind of embarrassed to bring it up with him. (He's gone to bed, that's why I'm talking about it now.)

Nutmeg Cross said...

Oh, Aidan, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

Amy Thompson said...

Families fill me with awe and wonder. And envy, for what I missed growing up.

Walking through the mall, visiting the shops, I see fathers herding their children outside a dressing room while mom tries on something new. And instead of yelling at the children for whinning for their mothers, he tells them to be patient, and watch to see how beautiful mommy is in her new threads.

I see mothers helping their daughters pick out makeup for a date, or dresses for their first prom. Dads hugging their daughters with love, not lust; sending their son's into the world with compliments, not threats.

When Robert was my boyfriend, I marveled at his family and church's supportive energies. No one turned their back on him, no matter how dissappointed they were.

And later with my husband Cal, the great love of my life, I truly learned the meaning of family. Not only did he love his children - and me - he allowed us to touch him, no matter what his mood. He took pride in his son, comfort in his daughter, companionship and trust in his wife.

To see my daughter hold her father's hand or plant butterfly kisses on his nose and ask him to a tea party when he was angry; to see my son argue and rebel, yet seek his father's opinion first in any circumstance; that is the greatest bliss.

Yes; families awe and inspire me. Love never ceases to amaze me.

Olivia Harper said...

Me, too, Amy. Me, too.

Robert Crane said...

I'm with Ginger; the sea is an awesome creation of God. I could sit there for hours - days - watching the waves, feeling the power of that never ending cycle of give and take.

As a child, though, I guess what filled me with awe is that my adoptive parents never gave me up, never abandoned me. Even after they had their own children. My sisters looked up to me, and I adored them.

An incorrigible child of a heroin addict, saved by God's love, I fnd my whole life a miraculous study in faith. Even when I lose faith, I still have the love of my family, church, the most awesome best friend, and Amy.

Amy is heaven on earth, though I blastpheme Gods good will.

Calvin Mertz said...

Watching my dad create a home out of bulky pieces of wood and nails has got to be what inspired me to be the man I am today.

Creation - how amazing. To take a dream, an idea, nothing more than a vague concept, and make it someone's reality! That is the meaning of being alive.

Love and beauty begin with an ideal, and fulfill itself in creation.

Olivia Harper said...

Thanks for sharing, Robert and Cal. Your journeys both sound amazing.