logophile \ˈlȯ-gə-ˌfī(-ə)l, ˈlä-\, noun, a lover of words. (Merriam Webster)
That’s me. I delight in the geeky rush of puzzling together a witty play on words. I double over at the hilarity of an unexpected pun.
But wordplay is not just clever or funny. One thing I love about words as an art form is that sometimes as I read or write or think them, they reveal things to me that I didn’t see before.
Yesterday morning, I made a mistake that I could have easily been hung up on for the rest of the day. Not long after, one of my students asked me the date. I told him. Then I smiled. Then I marched forth.
I’ve also been letting go of some anger I had toward a person that I’m not in touch with anymore. I didn’t plan on telling them or getting back in touch, but I wanted to forgive them for my own peace of mind. But then I thought about that word and it became clear that it’s not something meant to be kept to oneself. It’s literally for giving.
It’s a gift I know I would always love to receive.
When are some times that words have unexpectedly revealed something inspiring to you?