Photo credit: IZ
I’ll mend myself before it gets me. ~Seether
I’ve been thinking a lot about words today. About the power they hold in my life—how deeply attracted I am to language, how much I rely on it, how easily it is to misuse or misunderstand the words we hear or see or feel. Because I do think we feel them, acutely sometimes. Who hasn’t found themselves moved to tears by the hurtful words from a loved one? Or laughing hysterically at the verbal antics of a friend? We’ve all stashed words of love deep into our pockets, savoring them, turning them over and over in the palms of our psyches—worry stones for all that ails us.
Some words take up residence in our souls, refusing to leave. We can only hope these words are good tenants. That they nourish us or inspire us or at least comfort us when we face a bitter kind of cold that isn’t easily chased away.
As a storyteller, I rely on more than just words to make myself heard. I rely on your imagination to color in the outlines. And some days, I’m loath to find the words I need to draw my lines thick enough for you to see. On those days, it all feels muddled. While I have no control over reader-response, I can usually see where I failed to make myself clear. Even if I can’t see how to fix it.
Wordless. It’s not a condition I relish. I’m still waiting for a magic pill. Still waiting for someone to shoot me up with just the right serum. We all want a panacea.
Looking for a muse, always looking for a way around this wordlessness. Churned up, pointless, finding no better way to say. . . I got nothing.
No words. What a place to be. God was afraid of words. Too much power. “I AM” is all we get for God’s name. Even God was an anonymous blogger.
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You make me happy in most obscure ways. Thank you for this. I smiled and smiled and smiled, and then sang Sanford and Sons, I was so happy. Do do do do do, do do do do do do do, do do do do do. . . . 😀 ~W
How did you make a blog about not having anything to say so beautiful? Seriously, how? And that picture is amazing.
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Marie! I’ve missed you around these parts. Internship year can be so all consuming sometimes, eh?? Thank you for the reminder—I wasn’t sure which of my boys took the photo and your comment reminded me to ask!! You know, give credit where credit is due! Be well, dear one. ~W
I think about the power of words in relation to kids. About how adults use words to either empower them or tear them down. About how unfair it is, because adults have more words and more power. God, I’m so morose sometimes. POST SOMETHING CHEERFUL AND SHALLOW, DAMMIT.
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Just for you darling, the next post will be both cheerful and shallow. 😀 ~W
Your description of being wordless is so beautiful.
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Thank you. 😀 ~W
what a cool picture!! 🙂 here’s hoping you find the right words (even though, those above were pretty good! ;))
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The picture spoke to me too. Currently I’m casting about on my son’s computer as mine is in the capable hands of Applecare. We loaded our Santa Barbara photos onto his computer since it was the computer we traveled with on our last adventure. I found this in the archives and it seemed to say what I could not. ~W
One of my goals as a teacher is to help kids see that joy and beauty and fun and power and fun and joy in words. And, fun. Did I mention the fun?
For double bonus points, I’d like them to see that numbers are fun too. 🙂
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But Liza, Math is HARD! Heh. Good for you. I’m sure they’re getting the point… and there will a whole slew of lovely writers to read when I’m old and gray! ~W
Well, you could have fooled me…there is amazing poetry in your silence…in you not having something to say.
Oh, and I’ve always wanted to be a muse…especially after I saw Shakespeare In Love…sigh.
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Thanks, Sadira. It feels good to know you get it. 😀 ~W
My posts keep disappearing into the mist but I’ll try again…
Once again, IZ proves himself a keeper.
I am reading a novel called “The Thirteenth Tale” by Dianne Setterfield. At the beginning of the book the narrator describes her love of words and books in a way that embraced me. I’ll bet it will do the same for you.
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I’m sorry your posts are “misappearing”. That bites. And yes, he’s a keeper. Thanks for the book nod, I’ll check it out. 😀 ~W
Wow, that was deep. I enjoy reading your words. I am not always good about putting my thoughts into words, and I admire those who can. As far as I can tell, you usually succeed. 🙂
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Thank you! ~W