all that’s left
There is an endless supply of topics that run through my mind in the wintertime months.
Whether it has to do with the amount of darkness the winter bestows upon our weeks, the significantly less than summer temperatures, or my intrinsic inability to fight my physical body’s plea for rest, I will never know.
At least not today, anyway.
Each night I find myself lighting the same 5 candles that sit in the same V formation
atop my desk as I do daily once the sun has drawn his shades on this hemisphere of the earth. I lay my body down, supported in all the right ways by memory foam pillows. I slip my headphones over this wild mane of blonde curls I have only recently come to love. Wrapped in my winter robe this particular night I thought a lot about something copious amounts (see also; all) of us take for granted at one point or another.
Words.
Not just words themselves, but together; a phenomenon we have come to know as language. Language has been a large part of nearly everyone’s life. You wouldn’t and couldn’t be reading this if it hadn’t been. Words are motion we create through electrical currents pulsing through our bodies. Currents we position in that part of our bodies by simply using our minds. Muscles of our face and tongue expand and contract to make a familiar pattern of movement. Utilizing the atmosphere and air around us as a vessel for our words to come to life. The winds we create can be intensified or softened and not only can we create them, but these actions can illicit a reaction from the soul of another. Words are the motion & language of our energy.
Even from our infantile states, we imitate what is happening around us and begin to understand as our memory begins to take shape. We even have a system to learn that strings of letters chained together represent sounds that our ancestors has assigned from lineages ago. Every day we use our sacred speech without even consciously understanding the depths of what we’re doing when we express ourselves. In most cases, I believe we use our words with the intent to keep us safe; to express joy and translate our sadness when we’re feeling down. We use words to communicate our desires or teach people about our past, present, or hopes for the future. Our words can create, damage, strengthen or destroy the energy connection between points.
As a human and as a writer on both the physical and virtual plane, I don’t think I can convey just how incredible that all happens to be to me. I happen to exist in a time such as this. Where I get to record what life looks like for me and other people in the future will be able to picture in their mind & understand the feelings that come along with that experience. They will experience the same bewilderment that I do when I read the etchings of another’s spirit translated onto paper for me to stumble upon whether it be from just tens or hundreds of years ago.
& I just think that’s something that’s really cool… because history is truly ours to write. Someday when the internet becomes inaccessible and cloud no longer exists, neither will a lot of other truths. Entire lives erased with the touch of a button.
But writers, journalers, artists, & poets?
Our words stand a fighting chance.
& while I am not one to ‘should’ on people. But if you’ll allow it just this once, let it be to write love letters. Write thank you cards, or write down your favorite recipe. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve revisited old handwritten cards or letters and find myself falling in love them even more every time I read them. I’m also an undying romantic at heart… so maybe that’s just who I am meant to be.
Your words are sacred. They hold power. Make sure you’re translating yourself & your energy carefully. Someday, that’s all that’ll be left.
Begin everything you do with the end in mind,
xo-jess