Some people collect stamps. Others collect rocks or trinkets or magnets or keychains: things to remember places by or things to set on their shelf and admire.

I collect words.

But words aren’t quite as tangible as a rare rock or gold trophy, right? Words are almost abstract. Can you touch words? Can you taste words? Can you feel words?

Words are beautiful. I say them sometimes to simply taste them on my tongue. “Pomegranate” is a lovely example: It has an elegant, soft pop that slips back, like the edge a the tide, sliding up, sending a wave of chilly shock up your tingling limbs, and then pulling back.

Maybe not all words flow as smoothly as others, but with each I can taste a clear personality. Like the words, “lurid” or “dado.” The first begging to be sneered, the later to be stuck into a limerick.

Each word has a taste. Each word has it’s rhythm.

And that’s just the personality of it’s outside form.

What about it’s meaning?

It’s funny how specific words can be.

Have you ever wanted to know what to say when you throw someone out a window? Maybe it would be handy for throwing out insults?  Defenestration would be the word you’re looking for. What about describing your favorite activity? Curling up with a huge, thick book. Or curling up with a tome.

Or what about a sense of longing in your heart for something that is now gone. A wishful heart for the “good ole days.” A deep homesickness.

There’s a Welsh word for that. My favorite word in fact.

Hiraeth.

Even in its taste, the word whispers of deep longing.

It sounds like the kind of word you would stand on a distant moor in the middle of a misty morning and mummer to yourself.

One interesting thing I took away from reading the novel Watership Down earlier this year was the world building behind the rabbits’ language.

Different cultures, I realized, shape different words.

While we have no need for the word “silflay,” the rabbits need something to call the action of leaving their holes to go feed on grass.

That fascinates me.

But words are not only beautiful and interesting, they are powerful too.

I feel the glow of words shaped around love. I feel the sting of words shaped around hate and anger. In fact, as the Bible says: “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” (Proverbs 18:24) That’s a huge power and, like from the quote in the old Spiderman movies: “With great power comes great responsibility.”

Do you use words? How often do you use them? On a daily basis?

I do. A lot actually. And so, everyday I hold the power of life and death in my hands. Every minute, every second, I could explode. I could blow up in someone face and scream and yell and tear them down. Or I can take a deep breath. I can smile. And I can ask, “How can I help you today?”

You see, words are tools. Like a hammer, you can use it to build a house. You can shelter your family or bless a person in need. But also like a hammer, you can take words turn them into your weapon. They can be used to tear or build, to scream or laugh, to calm down or to stir up, and to dance or cry.

We all have heard the saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” We curl up in the night and whisper it ourselves, saying it shouldn’t hurt when it does. But it just isn’t true.

We see in Proverbs 12:18 that wise words heal while rash words harm: “There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” Also Proverbs 15:4: “A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.”

In fact, I could keep going. The power of the tongue is a recurring theme in the Proverbs as King Solomon emphasizes the value of a prudent man’s words and the iniquity of rash man’s.

Words are also powerful because they shape one of the ways we communicate. They help us express our pains and share our thoughts. Collecting them can be useful.

So what are some of your favorite words?

 

16 thoughts on “The Beauty of Words

  1. Oh, I love this post! As a fellow word collector, I’m so glad you took the time to write about the taste and power of words.
    Some of my favorites: myriad, forgiveness, shalom, dark, daughter, forever, logos (Greek)

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  2. My heart was touched reading this, Evelyn. You have such a poetic way of expressing yourself. ❤️ I loved this so much!
    Some of my favorite words are: yearn, freedom, discovery, and ever since you introduced me to it, hiraeth. 😊

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    1. Awww I’m so glad Eden. 🤗
      Yearn. Freedom. Discovery.
      …I feel so small beneath these throbbing words. They are so deep. So soaked in emotion and drenched in the history of humanity. So aged and crisp and sentimental like an old book, and yet rising, living, thriving, growing.
      I love them. ❤️

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    1. Delve is actually on my list! It’s so mysterious and almost sounds like you are curving something, as if in the pursuit to dig deeper. It even is said in a descending tone.
      Plus it just sounds impressive to stick into everyday conversation. 😉
      Crack and sheath are good too! And burrow!
      All these words are very vivid.
      And vivid words are the best. 😁

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  3. This is a beautiful post. I adore words, and I often feel like I don’t have an adequate grasp of the English language when I think of all the things I wish to express. Especially when I try to write poetry. I overuse words like “beautiful” and “sad” and all the tired out words that have been used way too many times. Words have so much power, and yet I find myself using them sloppily.
    The idea of culture shaping language has fascinated me for a while. I actually JUST read Watership Down, and the word “siflay” reminded me of when I took French in college and there were several words that didn’t have a direct English translation. Words get created out of the necessity of the culture, and that idea is so interesting to me. Every language has “gaps” essentially, but mostly we don’t notice it because the gaps are things we don’t come into contact with. Sometimes I wonder if being fluent in multiple languages gives you a fuller scope of thinking. Anyway. The way culture effects language and vice versa is something I like to dwell on.
    One word I like is flummery, which can mean either a soft, easy to eat food or meaningless, silly talk. Another fun word is hemidemisemiquaver, which is a 64th note, like in music.
    There are so many amusing and thought-provoking words out there and I wish I knew them all.

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    1. Yes! Every time I look through my poetry or any of my writings really, I’m ashamed at how many of the same words I use over and over again. I’ve started writing down new words when I stumble across them and challenging myself to insert them in a casual conversation and then a poem, and its been fun!
      Isn’t it interesting though? It just stirs up my imagination in regards to world-building, but also just my curiosity in, what other kinds of words are out there and don’t have direct translation into English?
      And what new words has America thrown out there… emoji? “lol”? fast food? Wow, great job us. 😛
      Thinking through this, and like you said how being fluent in other languages might open up new mods of thinking, has really convinced me to stop complaining about studying Latin in high school. If I take a deep breath and really look at it, its very interesting.
      Flummery! I love it! Especially how soft and silly it sounds itself haha. Fits perfectly.
      And hemidemisemiquaver… I’ll have to write that one down from my next hangman game…

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