Words are so important. Words are attached to a meaning, and those meanings hold power. They impact us.
I talk about that a lot with people, and it’s because I really believe that words shape our mindset, our life, and experience. This does not remove the struggles/strife—it merely channels your energy.
Think about Mararu Emoto’s experience with the effects of words to food, and water. He ran an experiment with three jars of rice from the same bag. One jar was labeled “I love you” the other “I hate you,” and the last jar was unmarked. He then put them in a common area and instructed all who might pass by to repeat these sentences to the jars overtime they came in proximity to them, and share the instructions with any new comers to the area. The unmarked jar was meant to be left a lone.
After a month with this treatment, the jar of rice assigned “I hate you” turned mostly black, the jar assigned “I love you” began to ferment giving off a pleasant aroma, but the neglected jar began to rot in blue/green colors—because in his notes Emoto said “he “ignored” rice fared the worst because negligence and indifference are the absolute worst things we can do to water, rice…and ourselves.
It’s clear that the energy we put into words goes out in the world, then effects it.
Which is why it is so important that we choose the words we say and think very carefully—because ultimately there is ALWAYS someone listening. Who is that person? YOU.
Consciously and subconsciously YOU are always listening to the words you’re sharing with yourself—about yourself, about your circumstance, about others, about your goals, EVERYTHING. Even when you’re doing your best to ignore neglect those areas.
What words are you choosing?
Since I’ve become aware of how intently I’m listening to myself I have worked hard to be aggressively kind to myself. Complimenting myself when the time seemed right, thinking of the things I like/admire about myself more often than not, and choosing to be kind to myself in moments of disappointment/frustration.
I realized recently, that I have been neglecting certain parts of myself. The parts I struggle most with myself—my fears, my opportunities, my challenges, my Steve Buscemi teeth, my dyslexia, lisp, shape, changes in my body,…I’ve realized that they might be in a state of rot.
I am equally vibrant and vulnerable.
How do I speak to those vulnerable, lumpy parts within me?
Like anyone I'm nervous about moving forward with I'm choosing my words with the flitter simple honesty, and what I know.
I'm not clear what I want to say, but I want to be kind.
So, in the softest whisper I offer “I know you’re there. It’s okay. i’ve got us.”