Words came bouncing in like ink from a pen. They were everywhere. The key was to select the right word and put it in the right order. First you have to pick your language. For most of us, there is little choice but to choose the only one we know. Of course, we are aware that there are over 6500 languages in the world. For your benefit and mine, I have chosen English. It’s for your benefit, so you can read this. It’s for my benefit so I can write it. So we have narrowed our word options considerably. But they are still bouncing, waiting to be chosen.
Words are quite canny. They have definitions, so when choosing them, you must know what they mean. There are nouns and verbs. Some verbs bounce around like child on a trampoline. Some just link your sentence together so it won’t lay there on the paper separated like a cut sandwich. There are adjectives, prepositions, adverbs, conjunctions and the list goes on. You might ask, “Is there a point here?” Yes, there is, but that’s called punctuation.
I have this pet peeve! I want the verb to agree with the noun. (I think I had a few very good English teachers along the way.) When someone says, “I done this or I done that”, I want to correct them so badly that the clinching of my teeth makes a crunching sound. When my tongue gets in the way, it needs stitches. I’ve asked my friends to watch me and be my tongue guard.
With all these bouncing words, do you ever say something you shouldn’t? It is so hard to get those words back after they have been spoken. They roll out of the mouth, and bounce in every direction. It gets worse if someone picks them up and repeats them to others, especially when they add their own twist to your original words and those words end up in someone else’s ears. You can’t get them back. Once released, there is no retrieval. Cleaning up that kind of mess is like mopping up mud from barn boots.
I remember reading the story, A Pillow Full of Feathers by Shoshannah Brombacher, when I was a little girl. It’s about a man who gossiped about others. His words were like a pillow of feathers released in the wind. It was impossible to retrieve them all. Words can hurt or heal. Words can comfort or steal. Words communicate the heart. They are bouncing not only from pen, but bouncing in the wind. Choose them well!
“A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”