Sandi's Blog

The Power of Words

 
I am awake, I am alive and this morning as a speaker, an author, a storyteller, a Mom, a Gramma, a friend, a colleague … I am thinking of the power of words.

I could lie. Orally, via text, in these posts or I can simply and honestly share when I don’t know, when I don’t care, or when I am scared. For the seeds I plant, is the future I get. Lies get me false friends bearing expectations the authentic me can’t meet. Truth, however, brings me friends, supporters, fans, that bring support, love, encouragement and hope.

Yes, my garden is beautiful. Thank you for noticing.

As a Mom, I could criticize and condemn. I could tell my children what they should or shouldn’t do, straining our relationship with each command. Or I can choose to sit back, sip tea, and smile as I watch them try and fail and try and succeed, forming into individuals of the authentic variety with each move. I can watch as day by day they build their wisdom, with no need for input. I can take comfort in knowing no matter where I am, my offspring are just fine.

And as a Gramma, I could bark. I could demand. I could expect or I can just enjoy every little word, every little smile, every little kiss, every amazing “I love you Gramma!” No need for control. Just receive. Just enjoy. Perfect.

And as a friend, I could lie. I could be offended and never share. I could be hurt by something you do or say and simply resent rather than tell you. Or I can be honest. I can listen. I can share with respect and truth, showing pain, confusion, sadness without disguising it as anger. I can offer tobacco, asking your heart to hear what your brain can’t see. I can strengthen us or pull away.

And as a colleague, I can choose carefully who I work with, selecting and accepting only those I believe in, only authentic souls I am proud to walk beside, and I do. No corrupt partners. No misguided colleagues. If we work together know I admire you, I value you, I believe in your path otherwise, I simply wouldn’t.

With words, we can poison the air or bring the sun. We can be water to the withering plant or another stone in the burden someone carries. We can be hope or the bearer of darkness. We can believe in them or be yet another reason they doubt.

I was once told our words go on a journey as soon as they leave our mouths, hurting or helping long after they are uttered. Today my friend, I have to ask – what words will you share?
 

I love you!
HUGSSSSSSSS

Sandi
 

***This is an excerpt from Sandi’s most recent book, “I am Awake …”. available for purchase on her website or on Amazon.ca.***