What fills you with wonder?
When do you allow yourself to be filled with wonder?
Are you fostering wonder, dear brave heart?
Last week we went walking by a little branch of the Cuyahoga River. It was really high and flooded. The other end of the branch Sam is touching was in the river. Water was rushing. It felt like a motor was attached. Sam was filled by wonder. We all had to touch the log, and he was watching the expression on our faces. He was looking for an expression of wonder.
BraveTeacher, you are WONDER--full! Please don't forget that!