There are times I miss Crime Scene work so much it hurts, and other times when taking calls from the public opens my eyes to the wonder other people hold when they experience life.
There were bright lights shooting across the skies of North East England the other day, and as luck would have it I was at work. A lot of people saw these lights and went into panic mode, believing it to be an airplane on fire, and not knowing quite what to do. It wasn’t until about half hour later that it was established the lights were actually either a meteor or space debris breaking up as it hurtled towards Earth. I heard someone, after this had been established who made me think of the subject for this blog. She too thought it was a plane, and naturally I put her at ease explaining that it was a meteor or space debris, definitely not a plane. She almost started crying at the sheer wonder that both her and her daughter had witnessed the miracle of a meteor being glaringly visible – she giggled in girlish glee and kept exclaiming in shock ‘oh my god, I just saw a meteor!’
Her sheer wonder at this made me think about how great it is to have wonder in your life. Each and every one of us has experienced this at some point, from being children when we believed with all our might that Santa Claus and fairies were real, to being older and experiencing the wonder of children’s laughter, the magic and simplicity of a spider weaving its web, or even the sparkle of frost at the turn of Autumn.
It’s such a simple thing to hold something as wondrous; a simple thing that we should all try to embrace more readily when it does happen, because the occurrences as we grow older are few and far between.
Until then I had been stuck at work doing what I do – the woman’s wonder and excitement over seeing something she would probably only see once in her lifetime made my night – it was infectious. I went outside and sat watching a little spider make his web, and despite being a complete arachnophobe, I saw the wonder as he moved from section to section with intricate detail. I noticed the scuffling sound of a hedgehog scrabbling around the undergrowth looking for his next meal, and I felt the power of the stars as they shone brightly in the night sky. When I finally finished my shift, it had been so cold that the condensation on my car had frozen in an array of sparkling diamonds – the first frost of the impending autumn.
And I remembered believing in Santa, and wished that I could feel that way about everything as I did when I was in my innocent childhood. I made a decision that day, to embrace the magic and wonder I see every day and trust that it’s ok as an adult to still feel this way. The sunset the next night was amazing, better than any I have seen to date. The day after a neighbour gave me a second hand rug which was just perfect for my bathroom – the wonder of the giving apect of humanity, and today I looked at the leaves on the trees, just starting their wondrous change of colour from green to orange.
Magic is truely everywhere, we just have to want to see it.