I am fond of words. I like conversation, I love how words can help you "know" someone. I love books, articles, even a well versed text. I especially love written words and that is generally why I write (or have written in the past.) I read recently that a writer writes because of unsaid words. I am in a season of unsaid words and a season where the desire to write is strong; the time to write, not so much.
Words help me to know people and people seem to like to share their words with me. Sometimes, are these words just an illusion they want me to see? Yes, I have lived long enough to know some souls are gifted with just such a way with words. Even as I see actions, I have often given more chances that I probably should have because of their words. I want to believe the words people use. It is a fault that I listen to words probably as much as I watch actions. But....still, I want to believe in the words because I want to know people, understand them.
Being Southern, I believe, gives me a particular love of the world that can be woven by words. In the South we revere our story-tellers. We value someone who can entertain us with their words as much as a good drink at a party, if not more. Why do you think there are so many amazing writers who hailed from Southern Roots? Even those annoying relatives are tolerated, if not regaled, if they have the ability to leave us spell bound with stories of our past, present, and possibly our future. Culturally, we are a region that loves words, and I am a product of that love.
