I can feel them rolling slowly over my tongue like the first slow, viscous sips of The Famous Grouse. (Katharine Hepburn’s favorite tipple.) A pause and then they melt away to a pleasant tingle.
Some caress with the warmth of a beloved companion. Others pelt with the rata tat insistence of a torrent of hail. Either way, I greedily gather them up and hold them close. I want them. Knitted together like a riotous, crazy quilt that’s remade again and again.
Treated honorably and placed with care a single one can remake the world.
They are all mine. My gems, my jewels my Kingdom. But I have been known to share. Some of us do. Everyone should, albeit carefully. Handle lovingly and with care. They are so very powerful.
I know you know what I’m talking about. A marvelous jumble, a never-ending torrent, a luxuriant cascade of what is arguably our most valuable commodity. Fill your head and your heart and your soul with them.
They don’t have to be fancy. They just have to be the right ones at the right time.
They deserve to be used for the right reasons: to reach out, to connect, to communicate.
If they are used to obfuscate, then at least let the message behind the mask be honest and kind. Some of us have our reasons.
Long ago at school we memorized list after list of them. Daunting for sure but we were not being handed an arsenal with which to go forth into battle. Instead we were being given the keys to an overflowing treasure chest to constantly draw from and replenish for always.
“Enter to learn. Go forth to serve.”
They are my joy and my path to everything: my understanding of the world, my loves, and my whole life.
There is no greater honor than finding the right one at the right time for the right person.
They are there for the taking and they are there for all of us. They are meant to be savored and they are meant to be used
Note: This post is dedicated with the greatest humility and deepest thanks to the great La Rouchefoucauld, author of MAXIMS. He spoke volumes with mere handfuls of words.