Words Words Words...A Smorgasbord of Possibilities

All of my life a passion of mine is learning new words and finding ways to share them with others. As a young girl my love for words was already evidenced as I read, read, read and loved being read to as well. I was fortunate to receive many diaries and journals as a young girl and thus began my journey into discovering the power of words....I found a way to share a part of me with others.

Our language is unique and wonderful and crazy complex for some.

So many words. So many meanings for them. So many pronunciations...accent this and accent that.

Some words are impossibly, ridiculously long ...and I ask "Why"? Really ...are all of those letters necessary???

A letter dropped (or added) in a word can and does change the entire intent of a passage.

Tumbling one over the other, words perform somersaults in my head, every day whether I am sitting down to compose or not...

The who's, what's, when's, where's, how's, wherefores, here-to-fores, rambling around bumping into each other thinking they have the most to say.

Out they come in torrents sometimes...so fast they may not make much sense at first. And how can I speak of these WORDS as if they have a life of their own? Because in many cases I lose control of them. They become the Writer. They take over and write the story themselves.

A niggling feeling just at the corner of my noggin' has been present for months now.

All about words and how they interplay and become a story, a poem, a song, a conviction, a dream, an idea, a confession.

All without me.

I become the instrument only, the tool, for these sounds and letters to evolve into whatever they may.

There is actually one word that caused me to finally write about the others as a topic

That word is ANGELS. Those of you that come to my pages and read know I have written about ANGELS many times and that I sign my comments with a remark about them.

More than a few times I have written 'ANGLES are on the way' and have stopped, to proofread, and realized what I had done. I know that in all of the times I have signed off with 'Angels are on the way' that at least once I have written 'Angles are on the way' and have not caught the error. No doubt someone who was reading is still trying to unravel what I meant.

Surely someone out there thought me daft and dotty like Grandpa Joe in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory that most skillfully crafted of stories.

Or how funny (or not depending on what you may consider F U N N Y) when someone says something like: What begins with 'F' and ends with 'uck'?

You know....it is 'firetruck' of course!!!

Confession: The first time I heard this I was about 14 or 15. And I laughed along with everyone else. But I had no idea why I was laughing. I lead a very sheltered life.

After that of course I began to chuckle and think of all of the other words that when a letter is dropped or a letter is substituted with the correct one what a difference the result may be.

All it takes is a tap of the wrong key and there is the unwanted word that changes the meaning of your whole passage.

Even more smiles for us (but not so much for little ones ) can come with a letter dropped or added that should not be there at all.

cut/cute...I cute my finger on the piece of glass.

bit/bite....The bit on my leg was bleeding.

car/care....He drove the care to the store last night.

fat/fate...He felt he was too fate to enter the contest.

So many chances to get it wrong or right.

shift/shirt....My Daddy worked the nightshirt for many years.

steam/stream....They used a stream engine to pull the cars down the track.

When I was still teaching, those first noble attempts especially by kinders at formulating sentences into something called a paragraph was endearing and often amusing. I do wish I had saved some but I am sharing a few here (in callouts) that I found at buzzfeed.com

These few little quotes are from boredpanda.com

Kids often say exactly what they are thinking when they write. That was one reason I always read their writings before reading to the class And any writings of a personal nature were not shared in class.

Please watch Fantasia...for me it expresses musically the complexity that I feel about the interrelationships of words.

It is an amazing presentation of classical music that will feel immerse in a land of wonder.

Closing a group of paragraphs, somehow signaling that all that needs to be said has occurred often leaves me feeling..... 'not quite.' How they entangle one another calls to mind Fantastia....do you know that Disney movie? If not you really must give it a look see.

Even as I revise and edit this article after a number of years, I find this to be true---one should never become too enamoured of one's words. Most times, on closer inspection, an even better way may be found to paint your picture. A very wise man taught me that when I was just a fledgling teacher and I am thankful for that.

Not quite. All of these symbols, put together to make words and sentences and paragraphs and stories, has not been said. Not yet.

There is more. Always more.

A new twist on an old idea.

Thoughts dusted off and rekindled.

Kind words. Unsettling words.

Prophetic words.

Heartfelt outpourings.

Leading us to somewhere...if only to think and peruse and consider.

And is that, after all, just enough to expect from words?

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