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William Thiele's avatar

Three of us retired guys are on day 8 of wandering through wildness in Oregon, and I appreciate your call to wonder beyond the state of awe we are in each day. Careful not to have wondering just become the mind taking over from the heart to try to figure stuff out, I am finding a sense of worship arises in the presence of the majestic tree gods of the old growth forests. My heart feels like it is carrying a perpetual bow out here, and not in a religious way, like bowing to some big man in the clouds, but in a sense of reverence for each fecund being I pass. So it seems wonder and worship are neighbors in me, on a contemplative path, learning to “walk slowly, and bow often,” as Mary Oliver wrote in “When I am among the trees.”

Mark Jacobs's avatar

My favorite sentence starts with "I wonder..." Lovely piece.

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