Tuesday, November 22, 2016

“But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.”

~ Lord Byron

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I love the written word. I love playing with words and how they go together in order to make something tangible of an inner thought or a feeling. I love reading beautifully pieced together sentences and paragraphs a writer has laboured over until the simple words become something exquisite in their joining.

I am less enamoured with the spoken word, the brash and bold cousin of the more dignified and refined written word, but still it has its merits.

I enjoy one-on-one conversation when masks are cast aside in favour of authenticity. I’ve just recently realized how much I appreciate the spoken word of engaging presenters who speak on topics that interest me. I appreciate my pastor’s spoken word on Sunday morning as he teaches us truth and encourages us for the journey.

I am not proficient in the spoken word, however. Somewhere between my thoughts and my speaking the words often become jumbled causing me to stumble and trip when I speak. I have clear and coherent conversations in my mind when I play back encounters in my mind later, but those words remain in the silence of my imaginings.

So I write.

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Today: starting physiotherapy for my frozen, and very painful, shoulder. Praying for relief.

2 Replies to “Tuesday, November 22, 2016”

  1. Best wishes as you seek healing from shoulder pain, Linda.

  2. karenrsanderson says: Reply

    This is a stunning photo. It’s sad but beautiful at the same time. I hope you feel better soon!

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