Enchantment came so easily to me as a child, but I wrongly thought it was small, parochial, a shameful thing to be put away in the rush towards adulthood. Now I wonder how I can find it again. It turns out that it had nothing to do with beauty after all—not in any grand objective sense. I think instead that when I was young, it came from a deep engagement with the world around me, the particular quality of experience that accompanies close attention, the sense of contact that emerges from noticing.
Enchantment Comes from our engagement with something, not necessarily with beauty. It's also usually easily achieved when we are children, as we grow up we try to disregard those feelings as something that is unadult
