Word #23. Anthill.

My mom and I sat in our backyard analyzing an anthill. I was six.

She said, “All the mysteries of the universe can be found in that anthill.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. But I kept watching those ants.

She never explained but often over the years, the decades, her words have come back and I’ve wondered.

I still watch anthills. And it hit me today.

That’s what she wanted for me. Simply to wonder.

There is wonder and mystery all around us. Even in an anthill. Maybe especially so.

What will be your anthill to wonder about today?