What words carry…

In addition to The Word, I’ve always just liked words themselves. Since I was a kid I’ve collected books about the stories of words-i liked etymology more than grammar, but collected both. Word stories are worlds to me.

I remember writing words on my walls as a child, though i got in trouble, i just liked to see them there—believe, beautiful were two I wrote boldly. I remember the joy of all the vowels touching, conjoining into meaning. The word beautiful for instance, felt like I had solved a puzzle, when i finally figured out how to sound it out and spell it well. Abide was another mysterious word world for me—to stay inside of something constantly…

Each word seemed and seems to unlock new realities to me. They carry a whole narrative within themselves. They contour Reality in a uniquely shaped way.

I like language, but even more how a single word can hold a whole world of possibilities. Like the word ponder, even, so simple, but takes us out hovering in all directions. Word, sound, color and image all go together for me, but I often look through the keyhole of a word to find the others.

Interesting that even God Himself called Himself, The Word—the full thought symbol of God with nuanced en-toned. He chose to express Himself in the metaphor of language. The word contained the way, the principle, and the very being. Language still has that glory weight to me. I love words, i hope i’m becoming one as I write. Words still matter and carry densities of meaning, and stories. Each word is some type of gold.