Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can also hurt me……..
Pain from words has left its scar on mind and heart that’s tender. Cuts and bruises now have healed. Its words that I remember.
Do we realise the power that our words have? I do not think so. We are told to be careful of what we wish for which is more or less the same thing.
I have written before about how one can bring blessings on oneself and others, and in the same vein one can invoke curses. Call it the power of positive thinking or whatever you like. The important thing is not to make it complicated.
I keep thinking of my favourite acronym: KISS (Keep it simple sweetheart) and wonder why things have to become ever more complicated and sensational to make any sort of impact.
I started writing this a few weeks ago but could not get into my Blog for some reason, and have been too busy to try and get it sorted. It is now a bit old, but I shall still write about when I went to Blenheim Palace with some friends…..
We were disappointed to find that the Palace itself was shut until next week, but happily it was a beautiful day so we had a glorious walk in the winter sunshine. We were amazed to see a galaxy of huge lorries, vans, lighting systems with so many wires going for what appeared to be a long way; endless cars and people buzzing around all over the place. We were not allowed anywhere near the entrance because whatever was going on seemed to be happening near there, and we were diverted by a poor man who had to stand in the intense cold just to steer people away. We finally talked to a technician because it all looked rather exciting and terribly important: a blockbuster at least, and of course we would go and see it when it comes out. Perhaps Eddy Redmayne or Judy Dench would suddenly appear!
On asking what it was all about, to our surprise we were told that it was just an advertisement for a film. What I suppose I would call a trailer. Has the world gone utterly mad, I ask myself? or am I just an old fashioned, narrow-minded fuddy duddy? Yes I expect I am, but did they really need all that excessive and expensive to make an advertisement?
Perhaps they don’t know the acronym KISS. Or even the importance of words rather than endless images that seem to fill our waking moments.