WORD

Blogging is a lot like a blister on your writing hand that gets full of pus, full of words that need to be popped, ooze or gush out, splatter the lovely, loco, low-down, up-beat, beautiful, blessed thoughts that beg to be shared and secreted out as wild a metaphor as the actuality itself.

Communication with words is an experience as grand as it is subtle to be able to translate a thought from the mental holding place to a public or private platform, intimate or meant for many. Words facilitate the process of transcription and composition bending, molding, shaping, twisting and turning, conveying an idea or sentiment, the essence of language. The connection with words is precious, necessary and important, the ability to understand without words also part of and source of contact with humankind and other creatures as well.

My heart explodes with joy and sorrow and many times no words can fully express either emotion adequately. It is quite awesome to be able to put pen to paper, tap the keys on the keyboard that seem to glide on the screen. Your thoughts transform into something not quite tangible yet meaningful enough to evoke other thoughts and notions. Words are to the writer what the colors from the painters pallet contain as the blank page or screen dares you to create something out of nothing in a simple or spectacular way, blending words, mixing context and content with every stroke designed to explore a new hue, shade or shadow. 

What a thrill, what a ride to write and read and express oneself! To right a wrong, sing a song, laugh or cry a little or a lot remains to be seen with every moment, to withhold withdraw or present with the exuberance and passion of an artist full of idea's or to refrain when words simply do not flow or come-out perhaps only by means of snippets posted in social media or quick communiques with people. The art of the spoken or written word while taken for granted remains available for our whim or epic volumes of story telling and lamentations in prose or other poetic style, there, here and now for the taking, receiving and interpreting, how wonderful. WORD!
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WORD ~

Beautiful, big, broken, bent, bruised, full, swollen, bearing the brunt of whatever it is you are going through, getting over or feeling at any given moment, the heart takes it for the team. Every part of the whole is counting on the heart to beat in time with all matters of physical, mental, emotional and spiritual concerns. The inner chambers driven by strength and goodness as each dashing and dangling moment whether mundane, predictable, triumphant or tragic, the heart beats to the sound of it's own movements.

Beautiful, blue, big, bountiful, bright, overcast, angry, awesome, absent, hazy, dark and obscured the sky covers our lives like a massive dome that never closes even at night as the stars and the heavens sparkle from their places in the universe.

Beautiful, prayerful, mysterious, mind blowing, heart wrenching and heart warming pearls of wisdom found in collections of words. They are dangerous, disgusting and distinguished, meaningful and meaningless. Singular or strung together potentially powerful at once puny, raw, realistic, fantastic, fancy, passionate, painful and priceless. Words from thought to articulation are lovely and hateful, revolutionary and archaic, concise, convoluted and crystal clear. Communication with words that create sentences and dialog can be outdated, timeless, thought provoking and inspiring.

Words are like little puddles that turn into ponds and streams that turn into lakes and rivers and breathtaking oceans filled with every symbol and sound, letter, word, emotion and expression ever expressed. The mighty sea also swallows it's own salty tears with no words to convey what is beyond adequate description. A simple message reveals ignorance, intelligence,  hopelessness and hope. The string of sentences as fine as a fishing line tangle and untangle, constantly changing direction and right on course navigating through the sea of thought, one word at a time.

Hallelujah!

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

There's a blaze of light In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though It all went wrong
I'll stand before the lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah

~ Leoanard Cohen

In The Beginning ~

~ LIFE ~ 
Love the way John puts it:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. ~ The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father and Mother, full of grace and truth ~