We put a lot of importance on words and their power in our society. I’m a writer, so up to a point I agree. But lately when somebody goes on and on about the power of some word I think, “Hey, it’s just a word.” A great phrase can move millions to act, a great idea expressed with the right words can lead to great change; so yes, I know that words can have power. But sometimes I think people (including me) can get too hung up on particular words.
I think the import we give to words reflects our overly mental culture. We place a premium on reasoning and evidence and it’s usually through language that we deduce or present proof. We’ve largely lost touch with our intuitive selves, the aspect of us that understands without words. All that mental activity keeps us in our heads, making it much more difficult to act from our hearts or to allow our spiritual selves to guide us.
The more I move into a more expanded space, the more I get the feeling “Too many words,” which is a strange feeling for a writer. I worry sometimes that my writing just adds too many more words. I finally understand the notion many native traditions have, that words are heavy, weighing us down. It’s in the silence that we soar.