I love words. I love to read words. I love to understand their meanings. Ralph Keyes, writer for The American Scholar magazine refers to himself as a “wordy.” You can call me a “wordy.”
I like to look up words in my Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary. It’s not new. I received it from my much admire Uncle Walt for my high school graduation. What a great guy. He understood who I wanted to be. The dictionary has been my trusted friend for all theses years.
The thesaurus is a click away from me while I’m writing. It is for most writers. It’s wonderful to enter a word like “love” and find 40 equivalent words. I like to use my concordance for bible study to assist me in deepening my understanding of the ancient text.
I found a most exciting word the other day. Flourishing. It reminded me of flowers or flour. The word stems from the French word fleurs. I love flowers. I love growing things. I grew tomatoes inside my house with the light of the morning sun streaming through a large window, a feather duster for pollination, water, coffee grounds and love. Those tomatoes were the best I’ve ever eaten. The tomato plant flourished.
Flourish, it means to grow luxuriantly, to achieve success, to be in a state of production, to reach a height of development, thriving. I like the way it sounds, I like the way it feels in my mouth as my teeth, tongue and lips bring the word to aural presentation.
I am flourishing. I have been for a couple of years now. It didn’t always seem like it. There are moments when I felt I was wilting, drying up. Perhaps, instead I have been in moments of abiding. Waiting, resting, as it is with all things growing. There is that time of pruning, where the old is cut away so that the strong can thrive. This is flourishing.
I love words. Good words. Strong words. The Song of Solomon has those kinds of words. Simply words that invoke passionate response.