Stuff on words
Today has been all about talking, words flowing over one another, criss-crossing into conversations that have nothing in common, but seem to have some thread that sews them delicately together. I know every day is filled with words, but some days you just can`t help but really get involved with them.
It started with negative words, harsh words that pile like little bricks, one ontop of the other, light at first but accumulating to make sturdy, weighty walls. These are the type of words that, if they fall upon the wrong ears, can stab and destroy. They can be just as destructive if they fall on ears who are too used to their sound, who become complacent and have learned to switch off at their sound.
Then it shifted to teaching words. The Teacher who sat up high, raised above his pupils with a smiling, open face, surrounded by candles and pictures and colourful swirling cloths. His words were gentle and thought-provoking, spoken in an ancient tongue. He raised his hand to the air, palm turned upwards, fingers constantly moving, as if he were plucking the words from around him. Forefinger and thumb would rub against one another as he spoke, grinding each word up into meal that he could spread to his students in a form that they would understand, like a mother bird feeding her new young. The word would start in the front of his mouth, pronounced by teeth and tip of tongue working together, then forcing the rest of the word to the back of his mouth where it would rumble and roll in his throat. The sound was deep and calming.
His translator sat by his side, in contrast to his master, like a toe perched on the edge of a foot - at first mixing with the other students, but once noticed, recognised for his part in the whole, without him the body would not work. His hair cascaded around his face with its delicate features and caring eyes, flowing down his back, whilst next to him and surrounding him sat the Teacher and the Nuns with their shaved heads. His translations in English were not spoken with the same degree of delicacy that the Teacher spoke with, however they were softened by his European accent. He gave the words meaning in their translation.
Then there was a mixture of words. Words that were compassionate and questioning, words that spoke of life and events that shaped and moulded people, and allocated them their 'I AM HERE' sign on the big road map of life. These were delicate words that were accompanied by happy smiles and clouded eyes and quick pauses to gather a breath suddenly caught in the back of a constricting throat.
The day still has far to go and many more words will spill forth their wisdom, their destruction and their general bubbling, like a stream they will continue to flow.
So my question is - are words what make emotion or is emotion what makes words? Two people can talk about the same thing, but depending on the words they use, can mean something totally opposite. There is a wide world of words out there, it`s difficult not to get caught up in them!
Kalikapsychosis
This is how I get into every argument Ive ever been in. Im usually trying to agree or illustrate how we can agree to disagree, and somehow I come off as a closed minded bigot.
Both are true. Words stir emotions, yet emotions stir us to make words. Its all connected. Theres a bit in 'Ramses The Damned' by Anne Rice where he talks about the modern world, all the languages, and how, upon waking and learning the new languages - english, latin, etc - that now his intelligence has grown, his capacity for thinking has expanded as he now has that many more words to describe his emotions with. How the modern world was only possible at all through the invention of more language, and hence, creation of a greater depth of emotion, all linked to intelligence and releasing the boundaries on how we think.
I think we call it 'thinking outside the box', but its a fascinating concept.
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Kalikapsychosis
It IS a great read, entertaining on every page, and sometimes mind blowing. Ann Rice has the ability to take a cheesy story and bring out the most spiritual concepts. Ramses is an ancient man awoken in 'modern' times, but he's educated and exceptional. I fell in love with him - I think its impossible not to!
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
The very worst words.
I recognise these other words, remembering their import clearly... so calming in their cascading uniformity, informing as they do.
Hope you are well.
Lilla ...
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
sorry for the long delay in getting back to you, I seem to have been consumed by life!
I look forward to reading this - I`m off on a road trip soon so am looking for some good readiing material.. I`m hoping to be passenger most of the time and leave the driving to someone else YAY! Welcome QUeen Ash
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
another great day in the hills - there was this beautiful veil of rain descending on the valley as I was coming home, you must have driven straight through it`s fine mist. Always good to have a rest and rejuvenation up in the hills... feeling nice and sparkly now... jetting off to catch up on your monsters and moldavites!
aSH
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
Yes, I did and the steam that rose from the road, slow me down to only about 20k with its majesty and mystery. Totally awesome.
I had a power nap when I got home.
Lilla ...
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
Sorry to be so behind in reading posts. I have missed you! I love your writing. It got me to thinking. A classic functional perspective in pyschotherapy suggests that emotions can indeed be elicited without conscious awareness, therefore I believe Kleo is right. I am sure it is all interconnected in the stream of life!
Mis