I was somewhere around 8 or 10 years old.
I had just taken a shower and was reeling with the realization of how absolutely amazing it is that our skin is waterproof. All those teeny little holes yet we don’t fill up during a shower or drown our cells during a bath.
As I stood there staring at the water drops on my skin, watching the rivulets of water dance over my skin creases and slide effortlessly off, I had a flash of understanding the incredible genius of that “man” I knew as God. This human body — containing all those stringy veins, spaghetti arteries, and gooey yuck organs and internal junk required for life — was wrapped in this brilliant concept: SKIN.
A layer of protection, blocking my tender eyes from the gnarly truth of my squishy, grotesque innards, while also protecting my innards from the harshness of outside elements. All the while stretching and flexing and gently hugging the life within me.
I was floored, my young mind overwhelmed with the awe of a complex creativity so far far FAR beyond what I could even begin to fathom.
I had to tell someone, share this feeling of pure, mystical, enlightened WONDER.
“Mom! Mom,” I said, “isn’t it amazing how God thought to make SKIN for us??? And to make it WATERPROOF??”
I’m sure her dismissive smile and chuckle meant well, but it crumbled my enthusiasm like a skyscraper felled by a wrecking ball.
It wasn’t Mom’s fault (how could she have known?!?), but I still remember that feeling… that utter disappointment of realizing that in that intense inner experience, I was alone. Unable to adequately express the magnitude of that mystical moment. Unable to share the thread of wonder that ties all of us to the Source of all creativity and Divine inspiration.
Maybe that’s why I spend so much time now encouraging people to experience the wonder in their worlds.
For it’s in the depths of wide open wonder that we find each other… and ourselves.