Copyrighted Photo: Leisa A. Hammett, Grayton Beach

Struck was I by this blog post by my all-time favorite blogger, Chookooloonks, also a first-time author of a book I'm LAPPING up right now. She talks in this post about her jaundiced view (my wording) of a nearby oceanside site. I know what she's talking about. I'll never view the Atlantic of my youth the same since I heard my Wuzband extol the clear blue virtues of the Gulf and then saw it through my own eyes.

As described in her post, Chookooloonk's (Karen Walrond) daughter did not share her mother's view of the brown waters of Galveston. Instead, she saw the wonder of sound…the beaches of sand that stretch forever.

So, I question–with no inference of the blog author…I do totally get where she is coming from…and,  Walrond gets this too, I think:

"Is the lesson (for us all) here," I wrote in my comment on her blog post, "to see the world through the magical lenses of a child's eyes versus the sometimes jaded, tinted, harsh, judgmental, skewed view of an an adult wearily seasoned by life's prejudices and harsh realities?"

As I pulled from my pregnant backlog of postings Sunday night, I thought maybe this fitting for the eve of a New Year. What do you think? About this, and the New Year? Are you planning a shift? Perhaps to see things again more freshly, more through a child-like view? One of more Wonder, Awe? Really, it is often as simple as counting one's blessings to jumpstart Life's Wow-factor. I've had to cable and rev mine a lot this fall, burdened (and blessed) by the brimming wheel-barrow of changes in my life since Fall….

More about Walrond's book — The Beauty of Different: Observations of a Confident Misfit

Namaste.