Do I learn not to see? After a week in the mountains, I no longer stand in awe of their majesty. Do I also learn not to taste? After the third day, I eat strawberries more for their nutrition than their fresh and exciting flavor. A piece of music moves me to tears on the first hearing, then becomes nostalgic, then quaint. Why?
I am always surprised by what is new, what exists outside my expectations. Sometimes I experience the new at the exact moment that I am open to it, need it to show up, or have been searching for it.
How do I keep my sense of wonder for the same beauty, the same grace, and the same love that I experience day after day? Perhaps by waking up expecting nothing. Then everything that happens becomes a gift.