Saturday, February 19, 2011

Sticks and Stones

It was a wonderful moment for me to find that Micky is still out there, still writing and sharing. I look forward to the moment when he is able to restart his blog.
Perusing what he has shared through "Leaving the Grey Room", I stumbled upon memories of my own. Words and actions said in anger some 25 to 35 years ago that still resound in my mind and spirit. I sometimes wonder if such ever leave us. Maybe they do more than just shape us, they become a part of who we are and are therefore no more removable than a hand or foot. I don't know.
Someone once told me that we have to be careful with what we say. Our words may seem insignificant to us at that moment, but they may be the anchor for another's soul at that very same moment. We can be positive and lift someone up to the clouds with thoughtful words of kindness, appreciation and affections. Or, the words that we see as simple anger venting at someone may be that very thing that defines that person for that moment, and then stays for years. I'm sure my father would not have been so loose with his words if he knew I would remember them to this date. I'm sure they were but of the moment to him.
Me? I'm still trying to find a way to make him proud of me. It's only been some 40+ years, I'll keep trying to change these words in my mind.