My father was an English major. My mother, speech and drama. Our house was full of words. It’s how we connected…and how we controlled.
There were many snarky, cynical, caustic, flippant words. I learned them well…and used them freely.
Surrounded by these words, it took a rude awakening–the suicide of my only child–to recognize such an environment.
In the darkness, every snarky, cynical, caustic, flippant word made its appearance in my thoughts and journals and in the world around me. Such shame. Such mindless babble.
Breathe, Laura. Pay attention. Meditate on these words of Buddha…
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.
Words have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our world.