Words I Sailed Upon
Oddly, or perhaps not so oddly, this evening made me rethink my stance on language in my last post. A cathartic yoga date with two friends made me realize the necessity of our words. I didn’t really have much to say, either. Because of my thought – in the seemingly distant past of five days ago – that language was becoming the least effective method of communicating, it was on my mind. The ability for humans to interact with our words AND our bodies is beautiful. The part of us that has been evolved to listen, to relate, to share new ideas and adapt old ones is asleep if we keep quiet. The delicate balance of sharing and listening is a cleansing improvisational dance. It’s making music. It’s creation. It’s the producing of something exponentially broader and more understanding than we could put together on our own. Exponentially. I sure have been using that word frequently. But it seems everything is happening exponentially these days.
The development of language is a huge accomplishment and an amazing tool we have. It seems I’m always stuck in the middle and in awe at how far we’ve come and how far we have to go as a species.
Of course, this all seems like old news, too. But just maybe there’s a reason for all the recycling of old ideas. Maybe I have to relearn everything I thought I knew from a different perspective. And again, and again. Round and round we go…
