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Wary Wonderlust Manifesto

December 4, 2019

Find your people. Connect with nature. Art is necessary. Make a difference. Choose delight. If you’d like a printable version of one of the manifestos, fill out the form below:

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How to Keep Your Wonder

November 9, 2019

To keep your wonder, in spite of personal circumstance and even when the world feels like one big dumpster fire, you must find a practice that gives you the freedom to choose what matters and commit yourself to it. … More How to Keep Your Wonder

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Why Wary?

October 16, 2019

Wary Wonderlust is about living a wonder-full, difference-making life. Wariness is essential to the difference-making part of the philosophy. … More Why Wary?

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What is Wonderlust?

October 3, 2019

Odds are good you’ve heard the word wanderlust, which means a strong desire to travel. Wonderlust is a term I use to describe another calling: the desire to live a delighted, awe-inspired life. … More What is Wonderlust?

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Bright delights #wonderlust
It may be blinding, but it sure feels nice to walk in the sun’s rays again.
This spiky little balls are no fun to step on, but they are star ornaments while still on the tree. I am thankful for the joy they bring. #nature #wonderlust #tree
Across from my usual gas station, there used to be a patch of forest. I enjoyed seeing the trees against the sky, being able to ignore the blank bricks and rusted edges of the buildings around the tiny wood. But now almost all of them have been ripped away. The inconvenient roots and branches disposed of in favor of something else. Maybe a restaurant I’ll be excited about. Or maybe just another gas station. Today, I mourn the trees with their oxygen and the sacred skyline that allowed me to pause and breathe and sway with the wind even as I inhaled toxic fumes from long dead plants we pumped from their graves to power our movement. Today, I’m a sad hypocrite. But then, that’s every day. #environment #trees
The first days of January bring thoughts of remembrance and fresh starts. But there’s also a bareness. The house seems bigger when the tree comes down. Emptier. I never find a calendar before the new year begins, so I take the old one down, leaving a blank space on the wall like time itself has been sucked into a void, gone forever, our lives frozen between moments momentous and monotonous. Blank space to breathe. To think. To gather. The pause before an inhale. The intention before the act. The calendar moves regardless and I will find a new collection of paper to hang, bringing with it the days that will come and all the moments we get to bear. #January #newyear #time
I love Monet’s Haystacks. So much so, I recently talked about why I love them on the Art Class Curator Podcast. Thinking about the artwork inspired me to take more outdoor walks—not as exercise, but as a time to focus on the wonders of nature and the diverse lives being lived in nature. Each time, I notice something wondrous and move indoors feeling more at peace and focused. Today, I realized that in my mind I’ve always imagined all squirrels as connected, like they have a massive network where they chat about the best places to find acorns, which birds are the noisiest in the morning, and the odd behavior of humans. I wonder what I’ll discover next time. #wonderlust #nature #art
I grew up without holidays. To a certain extent, I still feel like an imposter, even after all these years of making holidays happen for my family. But something happened as we put up the tree this year. My son managed to reach every branch and helped me unfurl many of them. It was like he grew several inches in front of my eyes. My daughter joked about the terrible ornaments she picked when she was younger, then said she was the only one allowed to hang them. As I made a list of all we needed to watch and eat and do, I saw just how much we built our own holiday, our own traditions, our own joy and delight. I look at the new trees, the ones that unfurl automatically and are already lit and think, “Ah, that’d be so easy and convenient.” And it would. But we’ve lived our lives in a dozen different apartments. We have no door jam marked with our children’s rising heights. But we have this tree and the pictures of them growing taller next to it in new jammies year after year. Their arms can reach the top now, the ornaments are not clustered front and center and only halfway up. It makes my heart happy. May your days and your traditions be as merry and bright as mine. #wonderlust #merryandbright #christmastree
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