Where's your wonder

Driving home this afternoon with the radio on left two lines running through my mind:

Wicked wise men where's your wonder?
From Loudon Wainwright III School Days on the album Recovery.

I was struck by this line. It set me thinking about the dangers we expose ourselves and others to when we lose our sense of wonder. No matter how wise, or evidence-based, or ideologically sound we are. How can our leadership be wonder-filled and not wicked?

Happy memories bloom in my heart
Translation of traditional Tibetan folk tune.

This was part of a documentary on Tibetan folk music recorded by students in their home villages. The researcher Gerald Roche said:

We found this in our discussion early on, that the reasons for songs disappearing fall into a few very simply categories. The first one is that life is changing really quickly in Tibetan places. It's mostly economic development, positive economic development which is improving people's living conditions, such as the mechanisation of work. For instance, in some nomadic areas there used to be felt-making songs, but people now sell their wool off and the felt is made by machine. You no longer need that song. People are using machines to harvest, so you no longer need a harvesting song. People are building their houses of bricks, you don't need a song to synchronise all the workers to ram adobe anymore.

The music was engaging (you can hear it on the link above). I liked this line. It fits where I am at the moment as I reflect back on our family experiences over the years. The happy memories do bloom. In a deep place. They can be overcome by not-so-happy memories. But good gardening technique can value each and keep them in healthy perspective.

May it be so