We live by the words of others. Words help define us as we grow. As children, we learn new words and love to share them with others. Where has time gone? No longer of the days of using the right words, just get to the point. I can’t just look at the pictures without a wordy description of what I hear, taste, see, feel, and smell.
I want to see the rich, vibrant colors of the stain glass and tapestries while glimpsing of iridescent all around the stone and the marble altar, the glow of the candles with a wooden ornate cross leading the way in; tolling of the chiming bells, the joyful sounds of the altar bells, voices sings in harmony, organ pipes, and prayers in unison; aroma of the musky scents: the old hymnals, incenses, and bibles as well as grandmother’s perfume; the sweetness of the wine and the blandness of the wafer; sensing the warmth of the sun coming through the stain glass windows and discerning the spiritual world. How can someone not see the beauty around them?
Who decides what can be described as beautiful, pretty, lovely, aesthetic, ugly, boring, mediocre, quirky, ordinary, and the list goes on?
We all have an opinion but, we don’t have to force it down the throat of someone. The younger people seem to want it dumbed down or instantaneous gratification in order to get through life. I’m not ready to give up on humans whom appreciate So, I will continue be wordy and descriptive since it is part of who I have become.
Woman at the Well 