Tuesday, July 30, 2019
July Journal of Wonder
I wonder why I begin journal entries with sentences about weather and the seasons. Does the predictable variety comfort me or just ground me in the here and now?
How do Japanese beetles chewing up the leaves of a mature linden tree fit into the natural order?! What good are they? What predator feeds on them?
I cast on a shawl with leftover yarn from other projects. Why does this make me so happy?
I wonder if the cool mornings bring a touch of Fall or is my imagination working overtime?
I wonder what Native Americans think about the current immigration discussion.
I wonder about connections between ideas in my writing. Do they exist all along or do I write my way toward them?
I wonder why I enjoy knowing the names of things - painted lady, black swallowtail, black admiral, monarch, coneflower.
I wonder who first coined the word - butterfly. Why not flutterby? The one below is a painted lady. This morning while walking I saw a black swallowtail.
According to my dictionary on word origins, the word butterfly comes (in part) from the Greek word, bouyuron for butter which came from combining bous for cow with turos for cheese. The "old English word for butterfly, buterflege was probably so named because a common species is yellow, the yellow flier." (Origins by Eric Partridge, 1966, an old but useful reference.)
I wonder how grandchildren grow up so quickly. In one year, this fifteen year surpassed both of us in inches. Honestly, he surpassed me two years ago. We are proud of him. The awesome teens in today's world make me hopeful. We were happy to see him and his Mom last week.
As I try to wonder more than worry, I am joining Juliann of Chasing Stories and her group of bloggers writing monthly reflections about their 2019 word. The wonder is I remembered to do this.
On these last few days in July, I wish you more wonder than worry.