As a writer, I’m acutely aware of the power of words. Words can be used to tear people down or build people up. Words can devastate or bring new life. Words twist and turn, caress and fondle, spin and hit us where we’re most vulnerable. They leak into our psyche when we’re looking elsewhere. Like Salvador Dali’s famous egg paintings, words crack us open and sometimes devour us whole.
Words make up stories and poems, eulogies and tributes, truths and lies. In Walking Words, Eduardo Galeano writes: “While stories are being told, plants don’t pay attention to growing and birds forget to feed their young.” Stories are who we are; who we want to become. Stories are the life-blood of civilization. Without stories we would not exist. Welcome to my world!