It fascinates me that ‘the Word’ has such significance in many of the world’s great faiths.
Language, meaning and our internal story-teller
The fact of language is one more thing that divides him from nature. But, he finds that if he doesn’t record the days, he has nothing to keep them apart. They blur into each other, a mass of green and gray, and he loses not only them but himself. (Alison Pick in ‘The Sweet Edge’)
This set me thinking. I have often felt the urge to learn ‘the speaking of silence’. Words sometimes seem to fill the spaces to bursting, getting in the way of real meaning. Despite a life-long love-affair with words, I have always retained some uncertainty as to their fundamental value.
Yet without words, what happens to memory?
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Joy and meaning – first thoughts
How often is reference made to the search for meaning in modern life?
In the last few years, I have increasingly felt that we have inadvertently turned this on its head. Rather than searching for meaning in our lives, should we perhaps be more focused on creating meanings?
We can choose to live each day aware only of surface. Or we can look beyond that surface to joy and meaning.