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As we get older, we lose our sense of wonder as we get caught up in the craziness of life. We become slaves to the daily grind. Instead of enjoying life, we just go exist. We have allowed our lives to become a Bill Murray movie in many respects. Many of us our living Ground Hogs day and for no good reason. Although it seems silly, why is it that we let life get in the way of enjoying life? How is that as we get older, we stop appreciating the beautiful sky, the flowers, each other, etc.? How do we reclaim our sense of wonder? It’s time for us to reclaim the wonder.
Have you ever watched a child explore a new park or a new place? The curiosity and look of amazement never leaves them. Children bound with excitement as they explore new spaces. A child can find a crumb size piece of something new and be fascinated for hours. Its an amazing thing to watch and see. I loved watching my children explore their world. It is a magical thing to watch. Sadly, we seem to lose it as we get older.
One of my most cherished memories from our trip to Norway this summer was sharing it with my Grandma. My Grandma is one, who has never lost her sense of wonderment. At 87 years old, she is quite unique. She walks several miles daily even in Minnesota’s crazy winters. In fact, we had to send Jake after her a couple of times. The first time, when she started climbing on the rocks in Romskog. Also when she was climbing near some rushing rivers. Consequently, once Grandma finished climbing the rocks, she told me about a park in Northern Minnesota where I had to bring the boys. She loves to go their a climb the rocks. Simply put, she is a rock star.
Unequivocally, one of my favorite pictures from Norway is of my Grandma standing at the base of a path at the Borgund Stave Church. This path leads to the Sverristegen and Vindhellavegen portion of the Kongsvegen. As she stood at the base, there were sheep off to her left in the pasture, the stave church behind her, and tree filled hills to her right and ahead of her. At 87 years, she looked at the scenery with a childlike wonderment. She looked at it as if it was the first time she had seen anything like it. It was a moment of pure magic.
For as long as I live, that picture will be etched in my mind. After she had a moment to soak it in, Grandma T hiked up the Sverristegen with the kids, myself, my brothers and their wives. The hike wasn’t easy either. The trail was uphill with rocks interspersed between the grass and sheep bombs. My Grandma was a freaking rock star on that hike.
While our everyday landscape may not be as dramatic as the backdrop of the Borgund Stave church and the Sverristegen, we can choose to find the wonder in our daily life. Beauty abounds on this planet and in our lives, it comes in the form of nature and the beautiful people in our lives, recognize it, savor it and enjoy it. Make life count!