I Love Words
Words! I am hungry for them, I am in love with them, I cherish them, I use them, I need them, I want them, I dream of them, really I do! Words run through my blood!
Without them~ I am lost, I cannot sing or write, I cannot speak of love or magic or tell you who I am or what I need. Without my words, I am simply a body, a face, a fleshy thing moving around on the planet. Without your words, you cannot tell me who you are, what you feel, who you love or what makes you cry. Without our words, we will remain strangers.
This is not to say that the smiles of strangers are not pleasant, they are, especially the kinds of smiles where eyes are involved, but, smiles accented by just one or two kind words are a juicy and bright remedy for verbal isolation to a sad and lonely soul!
Sometimes, as I am probing for my next word or phrase here, I will look up and watch the morning birds that are perched in this monstrous pine tree just outside of my window. They don’t care about me; they are busy this morning, their precious lives are unfolding within the prickly shelter of that cranky old tree, just a few feet from my moving fingers. They are hungrily spying the seed that I left on the ledge before dawn. They are calculating if they can fly to the ledge faster than their buddy on the next branch. This isn’t such an important fact, but, without words, you would have never met my morning birds, you would never know that they are nervously industrious, or that their tiny eyes are black mirrors, shiny and lively. You may not care about my little feathered friends, but, I care about telling you about them, it makes me feel closer to you. Words are the tools of intimacy and compassion.
Without them~ I am lost, I cannot sing or write, I cannot speak of love or magic or tell you who I am or what I need. Without my words, I am simply a body, a face, a fleshy thing moving around on the planet. Without your words, you cannot tell me who you are, what you feel, who you love or what makes you cry. Without our words, we will remain strangers.
This is not to say that the smiles of strangers are not pleasant, they are, especially the kinds of smiles where eyes are involved, but, smiles accented by just one or two kind words are a juicy and bright remedy for verbal isolation to a sad and lonely soul!
Sometimes, as I am probing for my next word or phrase here, I will look up and watch the morning birds that are perched in this monstrous pine tree just outside of my window. They don’t care about me; they are busy this morning, their precious lives are unfolding within the prickly shelter of that cranky old tree, just a few feet from my moving fingers. They are hungrily spying the seed that I left on the ledge before dawn. They are calculating if they can fly to the ledge faster than their buddy on the next branch. This isn’t such an important fact, but, without words, you would have never met my morning birds, you would never know that they are nervously industrious, or that their tiny eyes are black mirrors, shiny and lively. You may not care about my little feathered friends, but, I care about telling you about them, it makes me feel closer to you. Words are the tools of intimacy and compassion.
By:
hillbillycrone
Age:
51-55
,
Female
