3 July 2019
My first English word was “cow”. I remembered the elation I felt when I could spell and pronounce it.
As a child, I remembered fear leaving when I could understand what the doctor and nurses were saying about me.
As an adult, I remembered love rising when I could accept words that hurt me.
May the new moon shine her light on us and grant us a healthy relationship with words.
May the words we acquire turn confusion into clarity, hurt into love and ignorance into wisdom, for our own benefit and for the benefit of all sentient beings.