Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Saturday, February 18, 2012

[value of] words pressed into sand



If a word falls into a blogspot, but nobody reads it...
did it fully get expressed?


 
If a writer invests time, imagination, and sentiment into putting words on a page, is it enough to have them exist in silence like a new species of spider that nobody has discovered yet?  If this is the case, although writing is still therapy for the writer, it is only for the writer. 

Words written from the expression of the heart need to be shared and considered in much the same way as a good meal can be tasted and digested in the stomach of the reader.    But, like a feast, if there is no one to enjoy the meal, it will sit there and gather dust without ever being fully enjoyed.  That is why God created people...To enjoy the expression of His handiwork, share in its pleasures and tell Him what a good God He is for making it all.  He doesn't need to hear it; we need to say it.  

I am not saying that there is no value to speaking face to face, but there is also no record of these words exchanged.  Words on a page can be re-read, re-considered, and re-sponded to over and over again.  If there is someone willing to read.


Even if a word is written in the sand and enjoyed by one person until it is washed away by the waves, it is still enough.


"In good writing, words become one with things."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson


"A writer doesn't solve problems. He allows them to emerge."

-Friedrich Dürrenmatt


"How do I know what I think until I see what I say?"

-E. M. Forster


"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection."
-Anais Nin

Monday, January 17, 2011

words I love

these are the words I love
and why
I do:

scuttle: is more than a word.  it's a thing that reaches deep inside like a tickle and frolics around my house like popcorn that is never eaten up

storm:  because it describes in one word what is going on with a flood of emotion that could not be otherwise described

longing:  the hunger for more that never goes away.  I carry longing like a spare pair of shoes that fit every situation...whether sweatpants, jeans or dress 

thesaurus:  describes an old house filled with empty rooms of potential...of which there is always more...And it's alive like a mischievous mouse that screeches when you catch it!  Gotchya!! you rapacious rat

red:  is the color of expansion (there is always room for red)

recipe:  the villian I love to hate.  secretly, I mull it over with momentary consideration...but my favorite part of this word is the JOY that comes from conquering its suffocating contract of mere suggestion

wonder:  because there is always time to stop everything for it

promise:  the substance of what I cling to but don't deserve to have.  always remembering, hoping, reminding, and pursuing

"His words are kisses,
His kisses words.
Everything about Him
delights me,
thrills me
through and through!
That's my Lover..."
(Song of Solomon 5:10, The Message)