Yes, I have a passion for words. Why? Because words have the power to express feelings, unravel confusion, draw people into a web of community and connection, and bring deeper meaning to our lives.
I just turned the page in my journal and discovered this quote, "The soul that beholds beauty becomes beautiful." I believe, in a similar vein, that the soul that hears loving words becomes more loving.
I finished reading Wisconsin Public Radio host, Jean Feraca's book, I Hear Voices: A Memoir of Love, Death, and the Radio this morning. It was perfect timing to discover these words by Benjamin Cardozo that Feraca quotes at the start:
Everything that is most precious in lifeLate in her book, Feraca shares a compelling statement by her college creative writing teacher, Donald Hall, who matter-of-factly told his students: "... there were only two subjects worth writing about: love and death." (p. 122) I truly believe that after listening to several hours of love stories last night (a number of which also included death). This is potent stuff we're writing, reading, and sharing. As a result, my energy flew on the wings of the words throughout the night and into the day (end result: four to five hours of sleep).
is a form of love.
Art is a form of love, if it be noble;
labor is a form of love, if it be worthy;
thought is a form of love, if it be inspired.
Now, late in the morning, I'm tired. I also know that I have hours of unabated work awaiting me. I gratefully slip into my T'ai Chi Chih practice like a skinny dipper sliding into a still, deep pond. The practice refreshes me and bathes me in its liquid breath.