I have been thinking a lot about words lately (and the irony is that I use words to do this thinking). I have been thinking about the difference between communicating with them in the written form vs the spoken. I have been contemplating what it is to effectively share and communicate visually just using images… or to communicate completely using just feelings and sounds themselves (as my Zen master of a cat Luke does) or as a composer of music can.
Is it possible to blog effectively without using words? (And just what does blogging effectively mean to me anyway?) Part of my trajectory down this contemplation was sparked by seeing this:
Did you notice a difference to the way you felt seeing the same scene with and without the words?
Can words actually contribute to our feeling of living in isolation and pollution or is it the intent behind them that creates the impact?
Are they little reality generators born of indoctrination enforcing expectation or is something more magical happening with their intonation and inscription here?
Are they the things that make the story of living seem to solidify?
I move my mouth while breathing and out comes sounds that we in the English speaking world agree mean something. I move my fingers on a keyboard and squiggly lines appear here that once were those sounds now in solid form that we also agree have meaning… delicious to read and say in the mind words like:
– effervescent –
– languid –
– mellifluous –
– redolent –
– talisman –
… or words that describe our lives, like the fact that upon meeting my husband I turned cheiloproclictic (and no this condition does not require a cream to cure it, however from time to time I do find that I enjoy a nice balm of minty bee wax to ease the symptoms). It does not take a word to feel that way, but does finding one to describe it do anything to enhance the state of being?
I am currently doing the work of formulating ways of experimenting with communicating using words creatively which is turning out to be not using them at all at times. I have gone weeks at a time before in silent meditation retreats, but this was done in controlled and contained environments. What about doing this while moving about into the day to day flow of life?
Here shortly in my part of the adventure there will be days without turning to words externally in my home and to the best of my ability as I move about in the world… and days of communicating in silence without written words here on this blog. I am feeling the pull to start experimenting creating using the spoken and visual rather than the written word.
Should be interesting to see how things evolve in this little world of mine and as it does, I will do my best to share what I find created in my outstretched silent embrace.
Sealing this post with a silent…
taken from a love letter to N sealed with an anatomical juxtaposition of two orbicularis oris muscles contracting -in Mac New York City Apple lippy (my 2 year old niece’s word for lipstick :))