The Sense of Admiration

As we grow in age, The Sense of Wonder by Rachel Carson is not only a book, but an actual feeling, that Instills admiration. When we are grown up we understand the feeling of the salty sea air blowing on our face, almost caressing it with a certain carelessness that we hope wasn’t deliberate. Yet as a 20 month old child, Rachel Carson’s nephew Roger was able to experience the very same swaddle that the ocean breeze gives anyone. It’s almost as if the waves, the trees, the sands, do not care what age you are. He noticed all these little things but who's to say he wondered or questioned how it all works, but it is undeniable that he admired it for what it was. They will try their best to give you a complete feeling of being one with this earth. The only criticism I have for Ms. Carson about the book is the title. Sure we may have a “sense of wonder” but I feel as if our admiration for the lands and seas is much deeper and meaningful than our wonder over the world could ever be. I think wonder is a powerful tool that perhaps not everyone can use to its full extent. Most can wonder about how things work. How the wind carries such a signature smell. How the waves crash in such a way that pushes that sound to resonate all the way into our eardrums. How that light is able to reflect off the surface of water and create such a beautiful image in our eyes. Everyone shares the very same ability to not always question, but to admire the systems in their perfect balance. The odd formations that this earth has grown from seemingly nothing but hot star dust. From the trees reaching out to touch the sun, to the shells gliding through the water like a stealth fighter using no recognizable way of propulsion. It can all be questioned, but it is always no matter what, admired.