As my daughter voraciously read through the Harry Potter books, it occurred to me that innocence has much to do with two simple words: awe and wonder. Children seem able to find this wonder in the simplest of things—an unusual bug on the sidewalk, a puddle that is particularly deep, a small paper airplane.
As we age, somehow our capacity for awe and wonder is diminished, just as our skin loses its elasticity. Years of smiling (or frowning) create lines in the face that at some point defy erasing or even cosmetic injections. In the same way, it is possible to create wrinkle lines in the soul that diminish our capacity to embrace the moments of wonder that animate life so wonderfully.
So how do we recapture the ...