Sidney saw in the world with eyes anew, or lost for many years. A wonder and awe beyond just sight, spirit-sense of abound in all the world around—a way of world and spirit’s speak, not in declaration to all eyes and minds but perception of seek and engagement unto her alone; a way of signs, way of words appearing right when and as her heart could see.
Of these, her spirit smiled, and it shone from out her glow—smile beyond the face, one expressive of her soul. She knew there was a difference and, discerning, world did too.
In silence of contemplations, she communed in conversation with Spirit of the World.
Awe and Wonder lived at her feet. She found worlds amongst the low; beauty in the small and under-witnessed so many trample over in blind-way: the unfurling of a flower, insects in small homes, yellow pollen of the grass, magic of wings in hum and hover—bees—who, by attention, raise flowers into bearing of their fruit; all the changings—seasonal and small—coalescing into Wonder of cycling and ever-changing worlds in the process of eternal and of which she was a part.
She looked in mirth to high of sky. By cloud, sun winked and smiled. She felt its joy. It became her own, understanding seek and communing of the sign.
She felt as a child once again, enchanted in the Wonder of life: magic, miracle, and mystery; encounter, engagement—commune—with Spirit of the World.