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Vintage Wisdom I inherited my Aunt Lucille's journals. My mom, her younger sister, thought that I'd enjoy them and find inspiration for my writing. The first of these journals is dated 1927. She filled the pages with the writings of musicians, ancient Chinese poets, anecdotes from magazines and excerpts from fiction. Sprinkled throughout, but hard to find, are Lucille's own thoughts. The ideas she committed to paper, decades ago, meant something to her. They mean something to me now. They connect me to a family member I never knew but they also reveal that when a thing, or a person, or a song or a moment is meaningful, it is also lasting. Each entry we'll explore and ponder and take away truth from a selected quote from my aunt's journals and drink deeply some vintage wisdom.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Little Words


August 23, 1930

“All the big words I know are little ones –

Sky is a little word, but it is all infinity,

All of height and depth and blue and air and sun and sea…

If is a little word,

But it is all might have been, might be, was and will be…

All the big words I know are little ones.”

P.K.L.

Don’t we tend to get caught up in big things? Concerts, buffets, tragedies, bank accounts, disagreements, mergers, earthquakes….

Eighty years ago, my aunt copied this poem into a composition book. Perhaps it was an assignment or maybe it spoke something to her. Maybe she saw the lighthearted irony that small words describe great, big things.

Maybe she thought of some that came to my mind, as well:

why,

love,

pain,

hate,

fly,

die,

star,

sun,

kiss,

but,

no,

yes.

I love words. I love to string them along like beads on golden threads and feel the balanced weight of them upon my chest, hear them clatter upon one another making tiny, tinny music.

I love the glorious pause in the silence following the last lexis of a book—to think, all those words strung together along one theme and they culminate in one, final word! I love the truth (or the lies) and the stories that they tell. I love how words give to my imagination a language with which to dream and a voice with which to speak.

We can write them, or shout them, swallow them or sing them. We use them to introduce ourselves, do business, make marriage vows, say goodbye, encourage and teach. We use them to hurt, to manipulate, to heal, to say important things, like yes and no, I forgive you, I love you, I’m sorry, you’re important to me, stay with me, leave now, I believe you, here I am, thank you.

Maybe big things are quite big enough without large words to encumber them. When I consider the sky or the sea, or the immensity of a star, there isn’t much to say – for the great, vast reality of these things speak for themselves. I consider them and one word envelops me: awe.

God is a little word. People wrestle with and even fight about how to describe him, ignore him, praise him and find him. Jesus is described in John 1 as The Word. Jesus used two little words to describe himself that caused outrage, repentance, indeed a revolution: I AM.

Little words that made a big difference.

All the big words I know are little ones.

You. Are. Loved.

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