Words tantalize me.
I disappeared into them as a child, on journeys that would otherwise have been withheld from me. In the pages of Born Free and Daktari I travelled to Africa and tramped across plains where zebra and cheetah fought life and death battles.
I felt the damp earth between my fingers as I lay prone, crying on Old Yeller’s grave. My skin flushed with warmth as I danced with Robin while Will Scarlet filled the forest with music and song.
The arrival of the teenage years brought with it a whole new arena for my exploration of words.
Music.
Each teenage angst I worked my way through was usually more eloquently expressed by someone other than me to the accompaniment of music.
I am convinced that if you really look – and these days with the WWW at your fingertips, there really is no excuse to say you can’t – you will find a song that is aptly suitable for any situation that occurs in your life.
To imagine a life without words scares the crap out of me.
Luckily I was born long after the human race left grunting at each other behind.
I love your words, Jo. Thank you for sharing them with us!
In Mexico I used to have a bowl of rocks on my coffee table. On each one I wrote my favorite words, words that felt good on my tongue, words that made me smile, words that fit so well with their meanings that I loved them just a little bit more for it. Do you have favorite words? Someday I’d love to hear them, my friend.
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Love this idea, might have to get me a bowl of rocks soon.
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