Saturday, October 23, 2010

Week in Seven Words #38

abstruse
It's like reading The Jabberwocky, only no fun at all - a highly technical book with lots of (to me it seems) made-up words. I go galumphing through the text in search of mental toeholds.

distressed
Many parched hours, punched-through with doubt. A reminder that I'm weaker than I hope to be.

fatigue
Pale green comforter. Pale blue pillow. Crawling under, curling up, hoping that a restful sleep will come.

intimation
On the sidewalk, leaves scrape and tumble across the flickering shadows of the leaves that hang overhead.

medley
In one building, the people I encounter include a chef, several cadets, a guy who bangs out Gershwin in a room by himself, another who's happy I'm his guide for a half hour, and a girl who's polite and faintly homesick.

passer-by
It's a mild afternoon, full of warm sunshine and a breeze that feels benevolent. Every bench I walk by beckons me to sit for a while. I wish I could; instead I'm headed to a place where computers glare, copy machines whir, and a smell of stale ink hangs over everything.

ripple
Little kindnesses ring true and ripple out into the world - a smile, a door that's held open, a sincere compliment that isn't held back, a word of encouragement or love. These seem like small things but they're not; they spread from one life to another to another. They restore, repair and heal.

3 comments:

John Hayes said...

I like the arc of redemption--in small ways, as most redemptions actually occur.

naida said...

I like distressed and I can relate to passer-by. Ripple is very true, its the little things that matter most.


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Relyn said...

They seem small, but they're not. Exactly. Exactly. We never, ever know what a gift our small kindnesses might be to someone.