I am so grateful for idioms, similes, metaphors, adverbs, adjectives, and all the other beautiful ways our language allows us to personalize our messages.
Time outdoors fills my soul, giving me strength while also making me grateful. I am constantly amazed by nature and want to share the experience with people. But how do you describe the infinite depths of the sky? How do you tell someone the taste of the perfect peach? How do you describe the hug from the smells in your grandmother’s kitchen? How do you explain the ache in your heart after loss?
When I try to describe my experiences, I find myself drawing on the words of others, most often read in a book, magazine, blog, or newspaper.
The other night, I was walking my dogs and the sun was setting, changing the sky to the pinks, blues, and grays of an oyster shell. It was magnificent. It was also the moment I realized that reading gave me the words and phrases to explain my experiences.
Reading isn’t simply a task for elementary children to accomplish. It is a portal that transports us. We can visit the past, riding across the prairie in a buckboard, seeking a new start. We can live in a rocket floating through space. We can be a rabbit in a meadow with our family and woodland friends. We can do anything, anywhere, at any time by simply opening a book. But reading is also the key to unlocking our hearts, minds, and souls. We can read about politics, other cultures, agriculture, rocks and gems, fossils, seaweed, celestial bodies, movie stars, horses, recipes, and, well, almost anything. And the most wonderful result of this reading is that we can agree, disagree, wonder, ponder, refute, question, or adopt the ideas. In short, reading helps us become our unique selves.