Continuous Evolution

Walking home a few days ago I was so consumed by a sense of peace and joy that I could hardly stop smiling, and as I laughed to myself I took in the beauty of my surroundings amazed by just how lucky I was to at that moment be able to live and see and feel all I was.

I felt so care free - like I did as a child without the responsibilities associated with adulthood, like I was six years old again. I thought of the many changes that had taken place within me and changes I was still experiencing; spiritually, emotionally, physically and most importantly my creative growth.

How and what I write has changed, interestingly words have taken on a new form of awesome power. They awaken my creative senses and I approach them lustfully, wanting to possess and be possessed by them by -my words. My new found past time is decoding each word I use , finding different ways to describe one thing , one action , one  emotion with only one word .

So as my world changes so do I but my words don’t necessarily change I would want to think that they acquire new power …new purpose.

An ovary bountiful and filled …..

Filled with ova;

Ova- of ideas, thoughts…dreams of purpose

Filled and bursting

Moving rapidly -----Rushing

Rushing through the fallopian tubes

Gushing into the waiting uterus

Sheltered and warm is my uterine home

Incubated there;

I develop and grow

From embryo to fetus I am coming into being

Into my words….

My thoughts

My dreams

As lazy limbs awaken

I turn and stretch …

Pushing against stomach wall

Against skin, against flesh.

Rhythmic sounds alert me of the coming light,

And as my pen touches paper

I’ve been given sight

Our Words

I have been agonizing since my last blog, what should I write about next and how do I apply it to words and their power – that seems a little  much as we are words. How do I keep myself in the forefront of the minds of my readers who understand what I have written? And even more so how do I make people understand my interpretation of words and their meanings given the situation and  just how important a role they play in our daily lives. 

Our entire existence is built upon words- it’s how we express our emotions , it is how we share our lives; and even if one is impaired words still play an important part in the process of communication; even when there is no sound materializing from the vocal cords. As a matter of fact written words carry a different sort of punch as they become real as ink flows from the pen translating the emotions of the writer and giving them life on paper. 

There is a little saying that goes like this- sticks and stones may break my bones but words cannot hurt me. If you have ever been told that, that is a lie maybe the biggest lie you have ever been told in your life. Try to remember the last time someone spoke to you quite harshly their words must have hit like a hurricane, coming at you with full force. In contrast when spoken to in a loving manner regardless of the situation those words uplift or cushion the blows of the speaker.  

Words can assist in building you up or breaking your spirit; they boost your confidence or shatter your dreams. They breathe life or speak death. So what is the power of your words? I know the power of mine. Most importantly I know that I have the power to give my words meaning therefore determining their true power.  

As I go through this life that I have been blessed with, I try to ensure that for the most part (as I am not always in total control of my emotions- which will most likely determine how my words are used) ,  my words speak powerfully  and positively and that when the ink from my pen gives life to my words they speak truthfully of who I am and what I stand for.   

So here’s to the true power of words-cheers .

The Power of Words

All I've ever known to do without needing approval from anyone – not society, not parents or peers… not ANYONE was to write. .Writing allows me to truly face myself - how I'm feeling, what I’m feeling and how to deal with the curve balls I’m thrown or the unexpected twists this life has to offer

Funny, how though i didn’t need anyone’s permission to write or their approval for that matter- I kept it a secret for years.  Not all things in life should be kept to one’s self – some things are worth sharing because in sharing you may just leave an indelible mark on someone else's life.

So welcome to my journey with words, embracing their power and reveling in their bliss… enjoy.

The Power of Words

They come at you like a ton of bricks

crushing you like an ant under a marching soldier’s boot

or as soft and gentle as the hands of a mother

as she cradles her baby

while it suckles her breast.

They force you to see yourself without looking in a mirror,

faults becoming so clear that the you,

you knew hides like a shadow

after the sun has said good bye to another day,

intimately kissing the horizon.

Furiously they scream, red faced.

Steam pouring out, like that of a whistling kettle.

Reprimands and chastisements without ever lifting the belt.

Angry words are far worse than ‘angry birds’

they populate hatred and deceit,

they give life to betrayal and pain –

they flutter like butterflies and their sting …hmmm

that sting sometimes takes years to heal.

Or their soft whispers

tell of secret hiding places, where fairies live

frolicking in his majesty’s

glorious sunshine.

Words help to paint the picture of society’s salad bowl

how different each component is but

how very important a role each plays,

with melody

they become the songs that help

create an environment of

infatuation or love.

They tell of happy days lounging by the sea

feeling the wind kiss your skin

or describing the sand’s exfoliation of your toes.

They tell of your broken heart

mourning sorrowfully.

Words speak to your spirit and makes love to your soul

leaving you with a

new understanding of you.