So I've done it. I have finally started my very own blog, an idea I have toyed with for quite some time. Frankly, I have tossed the idea up and down since the online trend has been birthed, seeing that it is writing that is a passion of mine, and moreover a tool I refer to as a gift. Now, let it be known, this honestly was not upon my own accord but rather the fact that it has been required for a writing class I am taking at present. However, I have been given the freedom to use this tool that I am quite keen on- words.
Now, in this class, I have been assigned to take a look at the news going on around us and give my take on how it effects me. However, it will be the news captured by words that I have to reflect upon. Furthermore, it is the latter part of that statement that I am concerned with and quite intrigued by. What if it were our words that we altered our attention to rather than the news that came from them? What would happen to this thing called "news." Would the content change? Would it become something that solely came from our mouths to one another instead of a pastime spent in front of the television or hidden behind a 3-by-3 newspaper? What if the connotation changed to where the word "news" actually made one smile?
It is for this reason that I have taken the creative liberty of calling my newfound source of sharing (blog is such a stale word), "Words & Birds."Now, yes these two words rhyme so they work together to attract an artsy smile, but it is more of the meaning they hold for me that I saw fit for such avail. You see, the two seem as if from two different worlds being that words can often be overused and birds overlooked. Still, each have a choice toward how they will communicate themselves and how they will choose to live upon suchlike choices.
Words can be heavy and often drag not only the speaker down, but the ears that hear. Words can also be violent and untrue and lead the listener to fear and destruction. On the other hand, words can be few and true and transcend to a lighter way of life. Still, speaking in truth can be daring and can evoke a revolutionary change, of course with ultimate good in mind. And so it is too, the bird, that must also make alike choices.
One feathered fellow may choose to stay in the nest and never fly nor make a change in the wind, or he could chance the elements. Conversely and ultimately, the bird could make flying a light-hearted way of life and chirp a melody when felt or needed and spend the rest of his time simply gliding. Then, when night falls he could go back to his nest and rest his head. Rather than he be kept up spinning over a labor-some day of fighting the elements and proving the superiority of his perspective way.
So it is with this that I consider the gift of words and begin a privileged journey to interpret what my heart hears. For it is also the air that we share with such winged-creatures as our words do not simply stay on our lips, but rather ascend into (or tug down) our environment. Hopefully, the flight will get lighter as you take to the air with me.
