I love words!
There are some words used to express perplexities that are often beyond the daily walk of our life. Some of these words are fanciful, some are distinct in the way they work our imagination.
What do you picture when you hear vanished, abyss, summit or abandoned? Do you imagine a ghost ship or an explorer? What about paranormal, telekinesis, singularity or heliopause? Aren’t those the coolest words and fun to say out loud?
Bottomless, crevasse, wall cloud, and epicenter: let your mind wander to the place these words will take it. What do you see or feel when discovering the substance of their meaning?
I remember in 8th grade reading a story about the famous ballerina Isadora Duncan. It said that she was riding in a convertible car while wearing a long red scarf. When I read the words “the long scarf wrapped around the wheels of the car, snapping her neck and killing her instantly”, I gasped. As you can see those words have never left me.
Another time the words of a book seized me was while reading “Unbroken” about the life of Louis Zamperini as a Japanese prisoner of war during WWII. I felt those words physically and the relief I felt once I finished it was profound. It is a tremendous book but I can never read it again.
I read the book “The Exorcist” and once I finished it I told my sister I never wanted to see the movie and watch any of it on the screen – and I never have.
Books, magazines, Kindle, Nook, anywhere words exist to convey the thoughts of another human into readable form attracts me.
I read a lot.
Hippies never age, we mellow. All that peace and love wore us out like the line from a movie says, “how much sex, drugs, fun can you handle?” I remember the sixties and most of the seventies.
I was that skinny girl with long brown hair in the “maxi” skirt swaying to the music. I would escape my family, go to Himmel park, and sit until I was joined by a few cool people with strong bud and we would talk, listen to someone play guitar and make connections. This was my own private world. I’ve never shared it until this moment, written as it were in precious stone.
I burned candles and incense, read High Times and Rolling Stone. I had black lights and plants everywhere. I remember seeing the movie “The Sand Pipers” and thinking I wanted to live there, on a cliff in a cool two story beach house surrounded by art and music.
Funny, I would still like that.
Because my life was rather transient recently my house had a low maintenance feel. Now that it seems I will be here for a couple more years, at least until I can move to a colder clime things are taking on some of the old energy, including me. I have starting wearing the long skirts again, my hair is long as before, but now the plants, candles and incense are coming back.
I love fabric and textures. Smelling old books or plants whose leaves are bumpy or fuzzy. Words that bathe you in feeling whether read or sung. Sensory impact.
A few of those hippie memories are not pleasant. I was taken advantage of for being rather naïve and trusting causing a few scars but for the most part it is treasured in my mind. I was young, open and free, then life intruded and expected conformity and compromise which I gave. Now the circle is almost joined. Open and free are in my line of sight. Instead of being a hippie I have decided I will be a pixie.
There are words I’ve heard that are cool and extreme, I love them.
Heliopause, termination shock, event horizon, singularity, abyssal plane, summit, neutron star, epicenter, tsunami, eye wall, debris cloud, ocean trench, infinity.
These are very interesting to me because they describe the pinnacle of nature. Whether it is a word describing the extreme edge of our solar system or the space surrounding a black hole they give me a feeling of my smallness in relation to what is out there and how out of control of my surroundings I really am.
I don’t completely understand what these words define and yet they make perfect sense in the scheme of their use. I was jazzed when I read the following formula:
1/r = 1/0 = ∞
I heard this described as a conundrum for a mathematician and for a physicist it is a black hole. How cool is that?
When I write, words convey the thoughts, actions and conversation bringing out the story I want a reader to delve into and become involved with. Words have the power to soothe and to hurt. A human who is deficient in expressing themselves loses a bit of that essence that connects us to each other. Touch with appropriate words compounds the effect of that touch. Add to this formula tone of voice and the result is complete communication.