Acid Words Or Rainwater?

“I suck at this,” she wailed. ” I’ll never get it.  I’m going to fail.  Why even bother to try?”                

Some people take to certain things like ducks to water.  Others not so much.                      

All five fingers are not the same, Mum used to say…                                                                      

I watched as she struggled to accomplish her task, heaping negativity on her hapless head.  Her words settled like corrosive dead-weights in my spirit.

“Don’t say such things,” I uttered.  “Words are powerful.  They stick and become self-fulfilling.”

If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it, Mum would say …

“That’s what you always say.” She sounded irritated.   “So what? It’s just  words.”

No.  Not just words …

Proverbs 18:21 Life and death are in the power of the tongue …

I began to see a vivid picture in my mind.  Two seedlings in glass containers, one full of acid and the other rainwater.

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How it unfolded in my mind

“If you were a plant,” I said, “And words were the medium you were growing in, if kind, positive words were rain water and negative, condemning words were acid – which one would you thrive in?”

She grew silent.

“If you wake up every morning and hear someone tell you how ugly, rotten and dumb you are, that you’ll never go far or succeed, can you imagine the toxicity you’ll imbibe?  At some point you’ll come to believe                                                                                                  what you hear. Your spirit                                                                                                                 receives what your ear hears until it                                                                                             becomes a part of who you are.                                                                                                                                                

No comment.

I plodded on. “On the other hand, if someone tells you daily that you are beautiful, smart, talented and capable of achieving anything you set your mind to … imagine the pure rainwater seeping in nourish your spirit.”

Point made.  Her exasperation remained, but the dark words ceased.  

For the moment.Oh, to always be able to see the gorgeous pink sunset behind and that dark, dark cloud

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Sunset behind a rain cloud (Niagara Falls, summer 2017)

Some weeks back,  I stepped into the mall and understood — all over again — the power of words.  I’d recently begun to experience occasional darts of doubt . Amazingly, that mellow evening, it seemed like my steps led me from store to store and brought pause at unexpected spots where wonderful words leapt out to cheer me on –

 

 

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I couldn’t have contrived the inspiration, if I’d tried.  My spirits rose and began to soar.

But that wasn’t all …

On my way home, there was an impelling to stop at a supermarket I don’t often visit.  I paid for two bags of soil I didn’t urgently require and headed out.  A man hurried up from behind and bent over my cart.

“Those look heavy,” he said pleasantly.

I smiled, “They are.”

“I need some for my garden,”  the stranger added, “but that’s why I didn’t get any today!”

He straightened up and I became instantly aware of the words on the back of his T-shirt –

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I had to get a picture so I would remember that moment always

I gotta believe …

Caught my breath on a gasp.

Gotta get a picture!

Hurried into the parking lot and chased the gentleman down.

Me (to man)I know this sounds silly, but do you believe in signs?

Man (looking startled)I do.

Me: Would you mind if I took a picture of the words on the back of your T-shirt?  I needed to see them. They were my sign today.

Man turned around and obligingly posed.

Click!

Man:  So what are your plans for the summer?

Me:  I don’t know.  I have so many dreams and they were beginning to die.  That’s why I needed those words.  Thank you!

Man: I really need to get some of that soil, you know.

Me:  So go get some.  Maybe I am your sign for today!

My heart sang all the twilit way back home.

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Love how rosy watercolour-ish twilight cloaks the street – well after 9.00 at night (Canada Day, July 2017)

The final clincher came a week later, at the dentist’s office.  

I became acutely aware – the moment I stepped in – of the single word tattooed on the neck of the girl manning the phones.  She had her back to me –

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Her co-worker held her hair out of the way while she posed for the picture

Believe!

Point taken — signed, sealed and delivered!

I’d have to be really dense not to get it by now …

So it’s done.  The audio version of Next Week, On Thursday is up on You Tube.

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Click here to check out Selina’s You Tube Channel

all thirty eight chapters of it.

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Sneak peak.  Click here to listen to Next Week, On Thursday: Chapter One – The Scent Of Jasmine. Feedback is hugely appreciated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To stop dreaming is to die a little every day.

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… so I won’t.

Until next time,

sincerely

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Always reaching …
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I got many more than I asked for! (On the arm of young  bakery assistant)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Everywhere!  Blame it on the summer
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Synchro … what??

 

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“It’s weird, Rosie. I walked into Winners and the shelves came alive.  As if the display had been contrived just for me. The words were flying out from everywhere. Odd thing is, I hadn’t planned to go there. Just felt an overwhelming urge as I drove by, so I popped in.”

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There was more.


I met Rosalyn two years ago, on Fanstory,  a website for writers.   Turned out she lived round the corner, not in Alaska, Australia or … Timbuctoo!

We meet at Tim Hortons

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 to talk about writing and … our dreams. The more we talk, the less unattainable they seem.

Rosalyn scrolls through the pictures on my phone. I chatter on –

“The same thing happened when I visited my cousin in Ohio over the Thanksgiving weekend. We went on an unplanned shopping trip and – oh, my goodness! – the place was alive with … dreams, Rosie.  Look!”

More pictures –

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“It’s called universal synchronicity,” Rosalyn volunteered.

“Synchro … what?”

“That’s what my son says it is. It means the universe is trying to tell you something.”

“The universe? You mean God?”

“Whatever you like to call it. Something’s trying to communicate with you.”

“To encourage me to keep dreaming?”

“I guess so.  Yes!”

“A man almost collided into my shopping cart last week. My eyes popped out of my head when the lettering on his T-shirt began to screech!”

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Rosalyn grins. “You got a picture?”

“I chased him down the Walmart parking lot and asked it I could. Told him the words were significant. Said I wasn’t a crazy woman!”

She chuckles. “You dared?”

“He obliged.  I had to record the moment. This stuff has been happening a lot lately.”

I flash more pictures –

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My words trip over one another. “I’ve caught more than a thousand moments  on my phone, Rosie.  Look at what I saw last Saturday, on a shelf at Winners.  It had no business there – ladies’ section, face up – staring at me … ”

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“It kind of grew and screamed … honest!  I was rushing past, not really looking.”  I barely pause for breath.  “I found a belated Christmas present in my mailbox some days back. From a friend I haven’t met in ages. I almost jumped out of my skin when I opened the package and  saw the words on the picture frame.”

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A dream come true!

Rosalyn, bless her, is never sceptical. 

“I had to see someone on Saturday. When I drove into the parking lot of her building, something grew out of the corner of my eye. It filled my line of vision.

Rosalyn looks amused. “You took a picture, of course.”

“Of course!”

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“It was parked at the far end. There was absolutely no reason for me to notice it.”

“And then I had this compelling to drop in at Indigo Books.  I hadn’t been there  in ages.  This  paper weight jumped up the moment I walked in –

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The words seemed to be on every item that caught my eye. Suddenly, I heard a child’s voice mumbling, ‘Dream bigger, darling’.  I got goose bumps.  The kid was reading out loud.  He held a pencil case in his hands, the words were etched on it.  It felt pleasant, you know, and kind of weird!”

It’s snowing outside. The medium white hot chocolate is warm in my hands. I take a deep breath and sigh. “I’m excited, Rosie!”

“Me too,” Rosalyn replies.  “This synchronicity thing has been happening to me too!”


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sincerely


This post is dedicated to my friends – Rosalyn (who’s such a wonderful listener), Alice (who delighted me with the unexpected gift) and Karen (who dropped it off in my mailbox).  With my love and thanks.


 

Good Morning Gorgeous!

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Selina.  This is my blog.

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.  I am 

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committed to being

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 and

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to my

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 and two

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though, the

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  makes me  feel sort of like

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  I mean?  (Of course, you do!)  I’d love to take an occasional

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to be

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 Words –

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 in my head the moment I try to 

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 to

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 or think of 

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 to indulge in whatever.

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…    

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, I do.  And yet,                                                                        _20150601_152024

 you know, still the

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, or

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to the poetry of the universe.

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!   Once in a

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in the midst of

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 of crazy

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 (when I’m absolutely certain

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),

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If these are the best

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, where am I headed? The daunting questions crowd in till there’s

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, and I have to take a deep breath, chide myself  and

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 couple of weeks.   

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– I’m going to tell you one of mine, so

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 to a  minute or two,

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      …   xx   …   xx   …

Here goes – an entry from the

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 a wishful thinker,

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      …   xx   …   xx   … 

 Picture it.  It’s

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This writer (that’s me!) is pushing a cart through supermarket aisles. She’s reviewing her grocery list –

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… ”  “

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  tonight,” she (me again!) mumbles. “Get what you need. Just

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!”

Then, suddenly …

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The words

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Me?

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blushing …

I almost heard

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before I saw the letters stitched into a satin cushion .  It was like someone waved a

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and something inside went

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  and  sense of

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 washed over me.  I leaned

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to have a better look.  My day went

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from average to

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 , to

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.  Such a  

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in my mouth.  (

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For a nano-second I was

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, totally

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 “I

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 .”  I paused.   “

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,” I said to myself.

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 , this is sort of the science behind subliminal messaging, I guess   It certainly had

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on me.  I fell for it,

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 and  

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I

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the

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.  I can still

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. Absolutely

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…  Who would have thought?

   My surroundings suddenly came alive with words. They were

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to me.

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(below) and my

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 to each item on it.


 

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, but thanks!

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(6) IMG_20150814_173214– Okay, you can

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understood the power of words, as I did in these few

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.  Power to affirm or destroy.  

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 ,” I said to myself.  “

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 .   This is how you

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IMG_20150613_120522142  in the middle of an ordinary day.

 I think I entered 

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 .   ” I want to

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in a perpetual place of positive words,” I told myself. 

My heart beamed.  My spirits soared.

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, I think.

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.                                                                    

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 for you today, Reader.

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 with beautiful words.  May good words  be your

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. May they  flow all over you, heal and make you come alive.

The

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but could include giddy joy , which is

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Just

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Here are

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 –

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I believe this is

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.  Oh,

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 , I feel it in my bones !  Three hearty

 

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now.

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. Here’s to

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P.S. 

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sincerely          


 

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(All the pictures in this post are digital moments captured on the camera phone.)