Why write on wonder?

I consider wonder a valuable, essential force prepared to be part of our lives in an active, lively way. However, it has been introduced to us as childish, naive, and worthless, as discretionary fluff, or as only a suspended moment of awe-struck. Real wonder is not being cultivated or taught properly.

I suspect wonder originally correlated to such threatening human endeavor as true learning, discovery, expression, and an ongoing co-creative relationship between humanity and the mysteries of life. Later, its relational vitality was split for violent purposes of power : silencing and separating the body from the mind, women from leadership, the artist from society, the voice from the teller, the song from the throat, the mask from the masked, and belittling the child as something other than the already human and adult-in-progress; at each level associating its force with uncontrollable and disposable fools, thereby reducing wonder to nothing more than a spoonful of s____.

I write on wonder to give its full power back to humanity where it belongs.

photo ©2006rebekahwest of her lotus sculpture