Wonder Full Life

I think it’s healthy to live in possibility. God knows I can’t help myself. I’ll wander across the internet, from topic to topic, writer to philosopher, idea to inspiration—until I’ve forgotten where I began.

After a lifetime of wonder, I’ve developed this notion: that when we pass from our earthly selves to the beyond, there’s a swift download of understanding. I imagine my angels—my guides—gathering around to reveal how the world truly works. The stunning interconnection of everything. How the bad arranged the good. How wickedness was carefully transformed for something greater. How pain, disease, suffering—even evil—taught. Taught and inspired compassion, greatness, and love.

I imagine mathematical equations that explain the most intricate web of incidents—except these equations won’t be just numbers. They’ll be beautiful. Visually radiant in ways my earthly eyes could never comprehend.

And the love I felt—for people, for animals, for strangers and even those who hurt me—will magnify and expand. With all this knowledge and clarity, there will still be awe, still mystery, still reverence for our great Creator.

And I imagine, even with the angels trying to hurry me along, I’ll still be asking…

“But where did I lose my keys that day in June of 2014?”

“And where did I stash that $2000 cash?”

“And… why are barns always red?”