In another essay, I called myself a word nerd, and now I’m realizing just how interesting a linguistic conundrum one can run into in certain circumstances. I was recently involved in the logistics of a move, the move of a small church from one location to another nearby. During this process, I had to facilitate some meetings so things didn’t fall through the cracks. And several of us found ourselves having to determine names for items and objects we didn’t usually talk about. I had never “named” some of these items before, and it was an interesting communication hash as we tried to find words so that other congregants would understand what we were talking about. In conversing, we found we weren’t all using the same terms, nor did we all know what all the terms meant. This endeavor and series of meetings brought up such terms as: Continue reading
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.