Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 3 September 2013

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.  [Emily Dickinson]

Words. So often I have heard that, slung at me in anger: THOSE ARE JUST WORDS!!!! and I shrink back, feeling insufficient and like all the power has left me.

For me, words are everything. Well, NOT every EVERYthing but a LOT. Words are what hold me together sometimes, NOT words that I speak, words that I feel and live and breathe. You’d have to NOT know me at all to NOT know that…

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. [Winston Churchill]

If I had a nickel for every word I’ve wished I said… On the other hand, sometimes I have so many words playing round my heart and mind that I forget that I never actually said some [or heard them] and am thus reacting to an entire fantasy that never even existed…

Still, I have spoken, or written, some words that I have wished I’d NOT. That I even Right This Minute wish I could take back, delete from existence. But that’s the thing about words. Our words. They have impact and power and intention. Even when we wish otherwise.

Even then… 

I love you, Currie

1 comment:

Rita said...

When I was "words" I immediately thought of the written word...which I have loved since I really started reading books when I was about nine. And that's when I started writing down words, too. Words helped me sort things out--could get my feelings down on paper and afterwards or through that process it helped me to think more objectively. When I would see my anger, smallness, and self-pity right there in black and white...well, it forced me to decide to either claim it and cling to it or learn how to understand it and release it. Through words I learned that my small world was just a drop in the earth's bucket...that I was stronger than I thought...and putting my thoughts on paper truly taught me what and why and how I thought.

I have many words over my lifetime I wish I could take back. But I always spoke the truth from where I stood and what I knew to be truth. I tried not to be cruel--but I never realized how badly I hurt some people without knowing it...and there were people who cut me to the quick knowing it. So, it all evens out in the end. I believe if you ask for forgiveness--even when you can't talk to that person anymore--but you send loving energy toward them--alive or dead, they will feel it somehow. Same with forgiving the people who hurt you, too. We all do it to each other. It's part of life down here. You do the best you can. :)