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I saw a blue heron pass over my head the other day while I was picking up the mail. I love nature anyway but because circumstances could be better for me I tempted to think it could be a good omen or a sign of good luck.
I know it is not really but as I pondered my inclination to even go there and after reading this thread title I was asking myself if the ability to wonder at the beauty of nature is either hindered or helped by either desperate times or times of abundance.
At first I thought perhaps I appreciated the site of the great blue heron more so during these dull times because I need to grasp on to something to give me hope;then I thought no I would probably have appreciated the grace of the blue heron in that pure state of wonder without shrouding it in superstition and symbolism if circumstances were better.
I am still wanting to hock my sense of wonder for an idol of the moment. The renaissance of wonder obliterated by immediate need.
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