Use Your Words… Or Don’t

I don’t really care what you believe about anything, words have power.

I was just listening to a Lore podcast about Romani curses.  The Romani people would hold trials when something was stolen or some other crime had been committed.  In these trials they would will their community to confess to the crime, and if no one confessed, they would curse the perpetrator to an agonizing death as a group.  Then the trial would be over and things would go back to normal.  But Romani curses aren’t real because of any kind of black magic.  They’re not real in a physical sense at all.  Rather, they’re real because thinking makes it so.  It’s the power of the mind.  A Romani person could curse you by telling you your life will be hard and your death will be painful.  And it would probably come true, not because the Romani were prophetic, but because you’d probably spend the rest of your life worrying about the curse, thus your life would probably be hard.  And your death would probably be painful because you had spent your whole life worrying about your death.  Your mind gave these words power.  Thinking made it so.

I work with someone who doesn’t believe in encouragement, and only believes in belittlement.  No one could ever measure up or be good at their job.  So it’s best to make sure they know that you believe that.  Call them stupid and slow.  Because that’s sure to make them work better and faster.  “Don’t applaud a fish for swimming.”
I had to take a class on leadership for my degree.  We learned about so many leadership styles.  But as an exhorter, I believe the best way to lead is to come alongside and grow with someone.  Lead by being a part, rather than sitting above.  Encourage and help, instead of getting upset because a mistake was made.  Build up, rather than diminish.
I’ve felt very discouraged lately.  Because although those under my leadership believe that I’m doing a good job; although I know that I am doing a good job, my equals still don’t see me as equal.  It makes me want to move on.  It makes me want to give up.  It makes me want to quit.  It can always be better.  And I’ve believed for a long time now that if you don’t like something, change it.

Have you ever heard a lot about someone before you’ve ever met them?  So you go into the relationship with preconceived notions of what everyone has already told you?  I went to college with a girl that I had heard about for most of the summer before.  So I met her believing several negative things about her.  I knew her to be annoying before we ever spoke.  I believed she was something that she isn’t because of the words others had spoken.  But that girl became one of my best friends.  Words have power.  Until they don’t.

We should talk about each other less.  We should build each other up more.  We should be more careful.  We shouldn’t believe that we have to be careful.
I spend so much time afraid that I’ve messed up, that I’ve ruined everything, that I forget how to love myself.  I forget how to love others.  I forget how to be happy.  I don’t want to forget anymore.

Here Before Your Feet

Here before your feet
Not what it seems
Paths that eyes can’t see
Captured within a strong mind
Resting in something else
We all know it
Acknowledging what we cannot know
Souls intertwined
Thoughts battling on their own
No winners
Only recognition
Finding precedence
Here before your feet

Reborn

Fire fills her soul
Dragon’s breath warming her coals
Heating up her dry bones
Breathing out sparks of gold
She’ll never taste a word

Fruition is what she craves
Failing to remember that planted seeds need time to grow
Her fire has burned up all the weeds
Waiting till new growth springs
Leaves on trees

Everywhere she turns her eyes see green
Remembering promises from a land away
Throwing away who she was on the ground where she used to lay
Running full speed toward the newest game to play

She fell to the floor, broken
Skinned her knees
But those scars are gone now
If only she’ll leave them be

She is fire, water, earth, and air
Elements born from every memory
Find her in the sea
Feel her permanent heat
Know the ground beneath your feet
Don’t forget to breathe

Mystical, unreal
Dragons are only mind’s conception
Yet she’ll stand before you
Reborn

This Time

If dreams came true, I’d have all of it, and you
Because I know it’s hard to understand
Being left behind
When you’re usually the one doing the leaving
Until you’re the one who is left

I’d beg you not to leave me
Until my mouth had run out of words
Yet I’m the one packing my bags
As I leave you behind

I’m sure you’ll be fine without me
Because you always get through this
You’ve been fine
And I’m not even falling apart
Not this time

Airplane

To the stranger next to me:
I would say
“Why do they say this is our home,
If only for the next five hours?
This is not home
Some of us may be flying to
Some may be flying from
But I do neither
As I’m not yet sure where my home is.”
Instead I say nothing
Staring out the window
At the wing
Where I seem to always find myself
He reads
I sneeze into the swallow on my arm
He says nothing
Not even
“Bless you.”

Tara

An irreverent clash of old and new
Near rolling mounds that will catch you
Up in their broken crow cries
Seated in truth, standing on lies
Entering a calm that is not peace
Not an emotion I’d like to keep
Filling my heart with some inner turmoil
I can’t understand as my feet walk this soil
“God take back this land,” is all I can pray
I have nothing left, no words to say.