What’s the word I’m looking for…because today I desperately need a word, the right word, a word to hold onto, hide behind, brandish, wear as a mask, breathe in, save me.
I believe utterly in the power of words – I’ve always found much of my greatest solace, inspiration, expression, sojourn, balance, in words. Words, in all of their iterations, are magic…they have dominion and vivacity and capacity and elegance. They’re also bad magic – wounding, destroying, and evil.
I do not suffer the loss for words lightly. Even the phrase “no words” has great impact from me.
Equilibrium…just when you think you have achieved a smidgen of level, another fucking tornado
Perspective…after the past week’s events (Rambo’s (mi esposo) hospitalization and resultant absolute life changes; my beloved district’s continued spin out of control, my own health, and most of all, the newest from this blog’s suck-it-up-buttercup situation), I truly, madly, deeply, no longer give a shit who runs, who wins, who lies, I just can’t spare the energy
Hope…that’s one elusive butterfly I just can’t chase today
Hostage…the word chasing me with a vengeance
Blessing…perhaps when you least expect one, in a place you would never consider
Responsibility…you can run, but you can’t hide (how pithy)
Control…never had it, not going to get it, suck it up buttercup
Fear…where I live
Love…see all of the above
Peace…somewhere over the damn rainbow, and me, fresh out of red shoes
Words are wishes. And like magic, the word I need has appeared. Today I wish for grace.