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a daily breath...
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
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“A man without words is a man without thoughts.”
No matter how deep or superficial, words always send a message.
Whether spoken or written, language is used to express a certain emotion, event or situation. Many times they will cause joy, or pain, or spell indifference. We react to words.
Sometimes you have a lot to say, other times there are words you can’t seem to let out; the ones that get stuck in your throat, or are washed away by tears. Where do they go?
Lately I’ve flipped through old notebooks and journals of the past to find scraps of information, half-finished sentences and paragraphs of words intended for someone else. Often they appear as incoherent thought, or accurate accounts of a moment. True, and purposeful, but never released. Now just a remembrance, or a reminder.
The further back I’ve gone, the harder it is to remember who the words were written for, when, or why I bothered scribbling them down.
Words express our worth. Language is used to soothe the soul or sort out details. This is why, mainly, we keep a journal as a map of where we’ve been. These are the skid marks on the road we travel.
Communication the root of all language, but it goes deeper. So much of the time we are trying to keep in touch with our self. There is liberation in letting words out. When you are no longer held hostage by thought, or limited by perspective, you can find calm or comfort.
During the month of March, I am exploring words I have passed over or let sit on the rough pages. There are so many things I’ve got to say, but perhaps these phrases, passages, or poems, have to be said before I can move further.
I’m also opening up this site and have invited other writers to contribute to the theme. These are writers I have come to know over the past couple of years, writers I am associated with in one form or another, and writers I respect. Each writer I have invited has written something that has previously caught my eye, or captured my emotions in one way or another. Though their words I have witnessed madness and frustration, but also solace, and melancholic self-reflection.
Each writer has their own tone of expression. As submissions arrive I have enjoyed reading words for someone else, written by someone else.
Last week, after receiving the rough draft of a story, I was further reminded how we all keep things inside. The words were raw, the topic was close, and the piece so authentic. Despite the cathartic nature of going through the process, the writer could not take the work where it was intended to go, and will submit another piece.
I totally understand. I have a letter, a couple of essays, and two poems I struggle with off and on. I know what should happen, am often encouraged with the progress, and still I cannot take them where I want to.
Reading over this one piece in particular, I see too many sentences deleted, or altered. I’m not quite sure when the revisions happened, but they are real. Corrections. Still, through the eraser’s smudge, you can still see the meaning, the feelings, and the intention.
Not everything comes out like you want. Not everything will be received as expected.
You slowly learn, and maybe that is what holds you back from saying what still needs to be said.
Oftentimes words need to wait for another day.
Stand your ground, or step forward.
Moving backwards is not healthy. Time expires, the routes change as the distance grows, and you have gained so much wisdom from the day-to-day journey.
You got where you are by traveling where you have been.
It’s all too easy to become complacent in the moment, but what is keeping you there?
Think of all that is ahead. Keep moving.
Leave your troubles, or your pain, behind.
It’s not the past that holds you back, but what prevents you from moving ahead.
Emotional traffic and fear has built up, yes, but attitude and mind control can help breakthrough the barriers.
We move on for a reason.
Many times the unknown is healthier than knowing, or remembering, where you have been.
Our actions are defined by our intentions, or they should be.
How a situation presents itself immediately appeals or engages with our pre-sets; the morals, ethics, and internal rules of order we, generally, abide by.
We pre-condition ourselves by what we have experienced in the past. These are our learned behaviours or patterns.
We do what we do because of what we have done.
We may act accordingly but, more importantly, how we interact with others is often shaped by previous experience. Sometimes this is required; other times it places limits on what we can or can’t do because of the fear that has built up over time.
We set rules to protect our being.
This, in many ways, can be safe but not always satisfying.
What would happen if you were to react differently?
What if you gave a circumstance or emotion another chance?
Would you expand your horizons or would you, once again, find yourself humbled or hurt?
Only you know the right action.