Wonder is one of my favourite verbs. To wonder involves being curious. It involves being open to be amazed. And it involves a boost to your imagination, provoking dreams, fantasies and daydreams.
When I was a little boy my parents told me that the fuchsia flowers were like tiny ballerinas and that notion has remained with me since.
Look at these beautiful little flowers, sparkling in the rain. Aren’t they just a bit like little dancers with their pink dresses and their arms stretched out? (It never bothered me that they all have more than two legs! The imagination allows for such “discrepancies”!)
I was musing about the French word “flâner” recently – it kind of means to stroll around. But today, when I was thinking of “wondering” the word “wandering” popped into my head and I thought that’s another nice aspect of “flâner” – so, something which has a good chance of provoking some wondering is to go wandering –
The little streets of Cognac, like so many of the historic old towns in France, seem designed to induce wandering, but I’m sure there are places near where you live where you can have a good wander too.
Before you go, here’s a crop of a photo I took the other day. It got me wondering, but even as simply an image I think it can get you wondering (not least wondering what you are looking at!)