Commensurate to our capacity for wonder


I’m still processing all the marvelous experiences that we had in the Galapagos last week.  It is going to take me more than one post to capture everything about the trip, what we saw, what we learned, what we remember.  The thing that struck me most of all, however, is clear already: the sky.  The sunsets and sunrises, both of which I watched each day, were outrageously glorious.  We had a full moon while we were at sea.  At night, because we were so close to the Equator, we could see the Southern Cross and the big dipper in the sky at the same time (something Matt and I last did while on Kilimanjaro).

Galapsblog2Related to how much I loved the sky was the emptiness.  Over and over again we could not see anyone in any direction from the boat.  We felt like the only people in the world.  One morning, after traveling overnight to Genovesa Island, we walked along the ridge of an island formed by a volcano.  As we walked carefully over black lava rocks, the view was breathtaking.  I could not stop thinking of the last lines of Gatsby:

… face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder. 

Oh, yes.  This was commensurate to my capacity for wonder.  This island, so far from home, out in the Pacific Ocean, no land visible in any direction, was nothing short of magical.  I exhaled slowly, trying to capture everything about the moment and preserve it, remember the fullness of time, the glory of the physical place we were, the bigness of the emotion swelling in my chest.


I looked up to watch the birds wheeling in the sublimely blue sky.  I saw my children in front of me, tall, lanky, growing before my eyes, shedding the skins of early childhood and moving towards adolescence.  I watched the ocean lapping at this former volcano, traced the various shades of heartbreaking blue out toward the horizon.  There is no way to capture it all, this life: I can only grope around the edges of experience, fumbling clumsily as I try to express what it is to be in this world.  To watch.  To witness.

There’s no question that in the Galapagos all four of us felt wonder.


None of us will ever forget this trip.  The animals, the sky, the time together, the reminder that this world is enormous and can still take our breath away.

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  1. Posted March 26, 2014 at 5:44 am | Permalink

    This line, over and over a thousand times,”I saw my children in front of me…” unlocked the tears. These words which will for the rest of our live be followed by new revelations.

    May echoes of that tropical air return and bring glimmers of those skies and moments back to you. xo

  2. Amy
    Posted March 26, 2014 at 6:19 am | Permalink

    So glad to hear you had a lovely family vacation!

  3. Posted March 26, 2014 at 10:16 am | Permalink

    Lindsey, this post evoked so many memories for me – I’ve never been to the Galapagos, but I’ve experienced this sense of wonder and timelessness when I’ve traveled with my children. Such an invaluable experience, and one you will call forward as they grow up and away…

  4. Posted March 26, 2014 at 3:06 pm | Permalink

    It sounds amazing! I’m so glad you had that opportunity, and I look forward to reading more about it!

  5. Posted March 26, 2014 at 4:05 pm | Permalink

    How incredible to experience that wonder together. I can’t way to hear more as you’re ready to write about it. Beautiful picture of the four of you!

  6. Posted March 27, 2014 at 1:11 pm | Permalink

    What an amazing experience that you got to share with your family. I cannot wait to hear more!

  7. Posted March 27, 2014 at 6:46 pm | Permalink

    That picture of the four of you on the boat… oh my goodness…

  8. Posted March 28, 2014 at 7:57 am | Permalink

    “There is no way to capture it all, this life: I can only grope around the edges of experience, fumbling clumsily as I try to express what it is to be in this world. To watch. To witness.”


    And love that last shot of the four of you. xo

  9. Posted March 28, 2014 at 1:19 pm | Permalink

    Oh, my. What a beautiful glimpse into your family trip. And those words from Gatsby are the perfect complement to your own. Gorgeous, my dear. xo

  10. Posted March 29, 2014 at 7:21 am | Permalink

    Wonderful! So glad that all of you were blessed with the reminder that the world can still take your breath away. I can’t fathom a better reminder. xoxo

  11. Posted March 30, 2014 at 7:25 pm | Permalink

    To watch and witness. Indeed. What a fantastic journey. xo