“Ten thousand words swarm around my head
Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
I wrote or read them all when searchin’ in the swarms
Still can’t find how to hold my hands”
– Ten Thousand Words, Avett Brothers
I feel this way. Words swarming around inside my head…wiggling around in my soul causing this unsettledness until I get them “out” and write them down SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW. Collections of words written in books inspire me. They reside underlined and starred and pages turned down just waiting for me to read back thru. Fiction and non. All feeding into my soul somehow.
Words. Love ’em. (not to be confused with Luvin’ ’em, mind u)
I listen to lyrics first, hear the music 2nd. Sometimes God gets me all stirred up and I just have to write a few words to a friend. I write prayers to my Creator; long drawn out, run-on sentence prayers and short, confusing requests, too. I take notes like a freak…always. To a fault, actually…
I dream of writing a book…I plan it out in my head often. You should SEE the drafts of TOCs I’ve mentally organized, red-penned, and refined over the years.
Words matter to me. I have access to my dad’s Bible. My fav thing about it? Seeing his handwritten words and thoughts. I have the biggest 3-ring binder you’ve ever seen of notes from Brent…from age 15 to now. 2 of my fav possessions I have framed and displayed? One: a letter from my grandpa to my grandma during WW11. The other, a letter penned in the loopy lines of a teenage boy written to the love of his life…my mom and dad. For mother’s day a few years ago my sweet tribe gifted me with…yep…words. The coolest display of flashcards that represented me. And, the love of my life posted my word-art on my closet wall…it’s the first thing I see every day. I have volumes of journals…w/prayers, tears, stories, notes. Words no one will ever read thru, Im sure…but they contain the very fiber of me. And, next time u see me w/my Bible, ask to take a gander of the inside cover. It’s my “oh yea and dont forget this” catch all. I keep the sweet lil words my kids and hubby write to me in some of the coolest places. They know how to reach me. I even laugh…bc when Shauna and I planned out my blog’s masthead, I only told her, “I need it to be words.”
So I set out on a quest the past few months asking myself what words matter to me at this part of my life? What words define me….carry purpose regardless of temporary circumstances or seasons? What words could I look at daily and they could carry weight for me?
Hmmmmm….I think I’ve got mine. What about u? Do words matter to u? Do they carry weight? Do u have some words to slap on this part of life? Look for them. Listen for them. And, share some, too.