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A deep longing for Things I have Loved

I am a collector by nature,mermaid-words squirreling away a plethora of interesting finds. I am now starting a collection of what I consider to be my best words and phrases, a personal dictionary if you like,  of the most precious words and phrases that I have a deep resonating connection with, gorgeous specimens  like glisten,  dewdrop, catkin, sumptuous, glorious & flirty. I shall be on the look out for them and collect, feel and reconnect with them as I make my way through the day. This will take a lifetime but what a quest to begin!

I studied poetry at University back in the day, yet, even after the passing of the intervening years between then and now I feel I never truly knew this particular poem by Rupert Brooke until I had heard the magnificent motivational speakers share their words at Damsels in Success (Ignite 2014) last weekend in Birmingham, UK.

Speaker after speaker at Ignite was emphasising the importance of filling yourself up with what you love to feel. To them, that was the essential first step to successful living.

At first I thought this sounded like one of those intangible throw away cliche’s, the ones that you think you understand but then struggle to apply successfully. But then, I had that illusive breakthrough moment I was searching for,  while sitting in that audience, I finally understood what everyone was talking about. This is what happened:

I had been asked to think of words that ‘fill me up’ with positive energy.   I started to reflect on one of my favorite pieces of poetry.  In that amazing moment, it was THIS poem that I really consciously felt for the first time, even though I had loved the poem for most of my life.  Feeling the affect of some of this poem’s words and phrases on the inside of my body was taking me to a deeper more meaningful level of conscious being…and that’s the illusive level where these motivational speakers were urging me to go.

The words that create a positive resonance inside each one of us are as unique and individual to each person as their fingerprint is.

Up until that moment I had never been able to authentically and consistently find this place inside me. It seems my  issue had been that I was using words and phrases that were not resonating deeply enough within me, I was falling short of my aspirations because I was attempting to resonate with words and phrases that only really resonated deeply within other people.

It now made sense.

Practical lexicography is the art or craft of compiling, writing and editing dictionaries, so I am going to honour those fantastic mentors from Damsel’s in Success by encouraging you to join me & create word lists of your own that are of special significance to you.

I urge you to assemble your own lexicon, with lists of words & phrases personal to you, inspiring to you, that resonate sublimely within you.  

This lexicography will have the potential to have a profound affect on you in every line of every page, putting you in the right space to manifest and transform your life. Wow! What precious life transforming lists these could turn out to be.  Share your words with me and I will share mine with you. I can’t wait.

My favourite excerpt from  The Great Lover,   Rupert Brooke, 18871915

These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such–
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair’s fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year’s ferns. . . .
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water’s dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body’s pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass;–
All these have been my loves.

By | 2017-02-11T09:14:57+00:00 November 25th, 2014|Physical Oceans, Reflections of a Mermaid|Comments Off on A deep longing for Things I have Loved

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