Words words words.
Talking, writing words. Words in black and white. Words written in space between two people. Words in sounds. Words with double meanings, words that are meaningless.
It's all words.
Words trying to convey a meaning, share a thought, a feeling and a way of thinking.
I fill up so much time with words. Talking. Writing. Reading.
But what is real is the words I am living. Do I live the words I say? Do I live the words I write? Do I live the words I read?
It's easy to sit and write and pontificate on a subject and explain and expound on it.
But its not always as easy to actually live it.
The words of my life speak volumes more than the words of my tongue or pen.
Good thoughts to remember when I sit down to expound.
Good thoughts to remember while living my life.
I have a growing fascination with words. A growing fascination with how they work, and the way they sound on a page. Rippling along, I notice a word that catches my eye and my fancy and it rolls on my tongue and tickles my ear and makes my heart happy to see it. A combination of words that is like eye candy and brings images to mind that lead to new thoughts and down new pathways of thinking. A word that catches my imagination and sends me off on a thought adventure as my eye passes over and to the next word.
A cloud of words, puffy and white in the blue sky that lead to higher planes and better ideas. A garden of words that blow in the wind, the sun shining down. A wave catching the light and sparkling sending a shower of beauty and hope in the form of communication via words.
Words on a page. Words on a life.
What am I communicating? Who am I communicating?
What words am I writing?