i really wish i had the gift of being articulate…to make things sound and feel as beautiful as i see them using only my words. i’ve come to the conclusion, my [lack of] gift of words fail me. i try to compensate that by capturing the beauty and stories i see in everyday things though my camera lens. even that frustrates me. (ironically, i’d rather be frustrated than satisfied. when art finds satisfaction, art is dead).
anyhow, sometimes i put this conscious effort in my verbal expressions only to stutter, stumble and repeat. when i’m on a tangent, it feels like my head quickly runs through about 100 different thoughts at once and my mouth tries to catch up but fails. i verbalize a thought, realizing i have a preceeding thought, back track then repeat. (this blog posting is a great example…all over the place).
i read other people’s blogs, stories, letters etc and envy how articulate they can be. i’m able to paint a picture in my head merely by reading text. i wish i had that gift. think of the weight words have. it could sever a heart or give invicible-like powers. not to mention, the gift of being articulate gives other people the beauty of painting their own picture. even better, it can give another person the gift of feeling…deeply.
there is a vulnerablity in being so articulate. a part of me wonders if i am actually afraid of being articulate because of that fact.
i’m not really sure…but i’m dying to find out.
taken at sunset on the hills of rancho santa margarita, CA
i never knew that place could be so beautiful, until that day.