• Clare Langan

What's in a word?


I am starting to think that a whole world can be in every single word.

I have found myself thinking a lot about words this week, as I embarked on an unexpected week of exploring silence with Susan Telford.

I have said many words that I wish I could un-say...but sadly that just can't be done.

Emily Dickinson puts it so well in poem 1212.

Emily Dickinson nails it again!

I think about my marriage vows which I said with complete conviction, belief and love, but two years later I was asking for a divorce. I think about the words I said in confidence that were repeated and caused such damage. I think about the words not said, where silence spoke for itself, and I feel a pang of pain and warm tears rise with my breath.

In the silence I have been feeling this week I have tried to listen with the ear of my heart and discern the still small voice of calm...

I have sifted through thoughts and ideas and found the word 'grace'...

and then a line jumped out of a poem by John O'Donohue, sent on the wings of an angel of synchronicity (aka email).

"Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning

That is at one with your life's desire."