#91

One week, while I was still in Texas, I decided that I would practice wonder. I enjoyed wonder; it made for a delightful week.

Then I saw a Luna Moth. Oh the wonder! That moth was the most exquisitely beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Did my practice of wonder have something to do with me seeing that moth? I mean, was my practice of wonder somehow involved with that moth landing where it did? With it staying there the entire day? With me taking a walk in that direction? With that woman calling me over to see it? Was that perfect convergence of events a benefit of my practicing wonder?