A solitary wildflower emerges from the cracks in the concrete.
The quietness of the early morning, when the city is still asleep, fills the air.
The chirping birds.
The fresh air.
Awe is not always found in the grand or the fireworks. Sometimes, it is in the tiny things that we miss when we are rushing, scrolling, and striving. When we notice, something shifts. We remember that we belong to a wider story.
The ordinary, when witnessed with presence, becomes sacred. It anchors us. Reminds us. It does not shout; it simply is. Today, I am writing with the stream of morning light peeking through the window while the water softly boils for my drink. Outside, the day starts its busyness.
But here in the moment, there is magic in starting and being.
Awe reminds us to pause. It roots us back into the miracle of being alive. No matter how messy or uncertain the day becomes, awe offers a quiet invitation: “Look again.”
Practices for Awe:
Name five (5) ordinary things today that made you pause.
Whisper “thank you” before reaching for your phone in the morning.
Keep a notebook of small awes: a breeze, a kind smile, a line in a song.
Slow your walk. Let your eyes wander. Wonder is hiding everywhere.
🕊 May this week bring you quiet wonder. Share your small awe moments in the comments. Awe in the Ordinary is a series on the gentle unfolding of small wishes and reflections for a life lived with intention, courage, and softness.