Powerful.
Dangerous.
I read so many wonderful words. They shape how I feel, how I react, who I am.
I love words....mostly.
Sometimes I think I have a gift for choosing the wrong words. Blurting them out without thinking. It's a family trait. We are a pretty outspoken bunch - sometimes pushing each other off the soap box just to get our say. Oh, together we "solve" all the world's problems, so these (sometimes passionate) discussions are not always a bad thing. And they usually end in laughter.
But words.
But words.
Simple little words.
Once spoken, they can never be taken back.
I cherish certain words and phrases. I read quotes and messages for inspiration. It doesn't matter how many times I hear the words 'I Love You! - I'll never grow weary of them. Some people are masterful with words. They have a gift I envy.
I cherish certain words and phrases. I read quotes and messages for inspiration. It doesn't matter how many times I hear the words 'I Love You! - I'll never grow weary of them. Some people are masterful with words. They have a gift I envy.
But words.
Dam those words.
They can be so cutting, so unforgiving.
Sometimes it's just plain hard to find the right words. I'm not very good at backing down and as for apologising, well I may as well be hiking up Mt Everest dragging an elephant - yep, the act of saying sorry feels THAT impossible for me sometimes. And they are just words. What's the big deal, right?
I have words rolling around in my head at the moment. They hurt.
Words. Spoken.
Intended for me....perhaps indirectly, but pointedly all the same. And not of the feel-good variety to be honest. They drift away, forgotten for a day, but like pieces of rubbish wrestling in the tide they keep washing to shore. They've been niggling like a stone stuck in my bike tire; I know the rock will dislodge eventually, but it's probably best if I just pull up and rip it out myself.
So that's what I'm trying to do. I'm pouring the toxic words down the drain. We hear words we don't like, that's life. It's what we do with them that matters. I'm learning to sift through, to find those words which empower me, make me feel good. I'm throwing the rest away. Especially when there are so many fabulous words to focus on instead!
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| The shoes of my loved-ones. This photo captures a funny moment (I might share it one day). |
5 comments:
I chuckled at the beginning at this...oh the family arguments we watched as kids then joined in as we grew... but yes always forgiven and forgotten the next day !
i read on... then i felt sad.... are you ok ? Words and actions are so damaging and you are right to try your hardest to throw them away but i know myself its very hard to let go. sending you big hugs little cousin x
I wrote a book with Sienna a few weeks ago about letting go of all those things said and unsaid and about actions done or undone that hurt or disturb and how to let them go. We imagined little flat balloons and the more of our hurts and worries we put into them, the bigger they get and float away leaving us feeling light and airy too. Hope you can blow a few helium balloons up and let go. We all love you.
I interviewd a child today and asked what is the best part of being in Mr.H class, he replied...Mrs. H!
benign best word in the whole word
Actions speak louder then words.........
Hmmm, funny you say that - Harry said the exact same thing after reading my blog post. And so true. But as I insisted with Harry....we should always choose our words carefully, for if we say the wrong thing, we can never take them back!
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