WORDS SAID AND UNSAID

It is the early morning hours again. Daylight still hiding its face.Both dogs are roaming the yard it appears on a unknown search. I am hoping for a good day today, sunshine, warm temps and smiling people. After the last two rough days with this Blog I am not sure if anyone will come around my page today. But if you do, thank-you for your bravery. I am going forward, even if I walk alone,

I don't remember if I mentioned before I took a class in College at Tulsa called non-verbal communications. The art of communicating without speaking. I rather enjoyed the class. Which may sound odd for me since I talk so much. But I liked learning the skills of using body language to convey what you are trying to get across to someone. I remember one class where we drew titles and had to act them out without speaking. Sort of like Charades. I drew "Three blind mice." I was up in front acting my heart out. Hands over my eyes for blind, hand wagging behind me for the mouse. Someone yelled out triumphantly, "Hickory dickery dock." I was completely crushed. I thought I had been doing so well.

When I first started classes to work with the deaf, everyone thought I would be a shoo in for learning sign language, because I talk with my hands. Quite honestly I could give a deaf person whip lash the way I fling my arms and hands around. It was hard for me to learn to sign in a small invisible box in front of myself. I did better at the non verbal class, although I finally did learn to sign.

But I love words. I guess that's why I keep trying to run new words in here, or what I think are new words. My sister let me know the word I used yesterday. Flatulence was one she already knew and implied probably others knew too. So I guess my Brother and I were the only ones not to know . But the power of words is not as strong as the way and tone we use to say them. Have you ever heard a teenager aggravated at you say, "What ever." Their tone lets you know they are not happy with you at all. We can say one thing to someone but our body language tells a completely different story. The bored look on your face. The shrug of your shoulders is saying I wish I was not here.Watch people sometime when you are talking to them, you might be surprised at what you learn.

I do not drive anymore. Sometimes I will ask someone to take me somewhere. I ask, I listen. You hear a sigh. Then the words, "I guess." Another sigh. Its all been said. I always say, "That's okay, I've changed my mind, I don't want to go." Too sensitive, maybe. But I don't think so. It was all said in the sigh. Its the unsaid words that sometimes hurts so much. Not the words said, but the ones unsaid. The look, the irritation that flees across the face and settles in their eyes before they catch themselves.

But oh the right words from the right person can put wings on your feet. A smile that lights your soul. A gentle hello. thank-you. I love you. I'm sorry. Words, spoken words. I love words don't you?