Ah my love affair with words…started at a very young age. I used to sit in the closet with a flashlight and just get lost for hours. I’ve always loved to read. When I was a child, being sickly, I wasn’t allowed out to play much, so I would pick up a book and always kept a dictionary close by. If I didn’t know a word I would look it up. I was fascinated by homonyms, synonyms…does anyone even recall the Encyclopedia Britannica? I used to beg my Dad to but the entire collection. Loved to pick one up and learn something totally random. The local library was my favorite hang out. Yes!! I still have a library card. And as much as I like technology, I still prefer buying an actual book rather than use a kindle or nook. I love the feel of books, of turning the page…
I learned early on the power of words. Spoken words had the power to heal or hurt; written words to me had more influence…imagination come to life.
When I was a teenager, I kept journal after journal full of words, thoughts, strings of words….writing helped me stay focused, helped keep the pain at bay.
“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.”
― Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat
“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.” ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
I long for love letters…♥