These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things
All kinds of words.
Big, flowery, no-one-knows-what-they-mean-anymore words.
Small, succinct, take-your-breath-away words.
I love them.
I take them with me everywhere I go – to the park, to the store, in my car as I drive around this massive Metroplex.
Some words taste good, others are bitter, and some make me physically ill.
But, good, bad, big, small, sweet or bitter I love them all.
I don’t have a favorite, that wouldn’t be right. I do, however, have some I detest. I find it particularly satisfying when I can substitute a word I don’t like for something less offensive. It makes me feel as though I’ve expanded the word universe – albeit in a very small way.
I’m currently trying to take my big basket of words and form them into sentences, paragraphs, chapters to explain the last few years I spent with Daddy.
Most of these words are so powerful they prevent my getting past them. Often, this impedes progress, but these words will not be ignored.
They will not be glossed over. They will be dealt with. They will be reckoned with.
And they will not be happy until I have paid them their due.
It is a painful, heartbreaking, process.
I’m just glad that the words, sometimes my friends, sometimes my enemies, are always my companions.