“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.” ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
Lately, I cling to words. I crave them in the early hours. I covet them in the evening. In between errands, mommyhood, dinner duties, and nap time I seek them out for their hypnotic and healing capabilities. As Huxley alludes, I need words to intervene and intercept the many unnerving realities of my life. I need words to be a lens into the depths that I often defer or deny. I need words to emphasize discomfort, elevate emotion, and accent opportunity. I need words to pierce me.
Why the need for piercing?
This past year gave me a true taste of life’s nectar and showered me with moments of melancholy as well. Through my daughter’s birth, I was reminded of life’s purest and simplest joys. With the loss of my grandparents, I was shown the beautiful but bewildering brevity of life. In between the big things, there have been little things that added a didactic weight to my stories and fika encounters. There’ll be more about this stuff in the days to come.
Through it all, I remain confident that words are responsible for much of my growth and deserve all of the credit for my sanity.
And for as much as I’ve been reading, I’ve been writing even more. I am excited to share that I’m going on a blog binge this month. I’m going all in for 30 days. I’ve been looking for a sign and I found one in some words.
So, here’s to the words that see through us or the words that get us through. Regardless, pierce me.