This is an open notebook - a sharing of recent thoughts. It is something of an experimental essay or a collection of thoughts at the edge of becoming eloquent.
Language shapes our reality.
This is not a new idea.
The Buddha taught about the importance of right speech, the root of Abracadabra
lies in the ancient Hebrew phrase "אברא
כדברא" or "I
create as I speak" and the Gospel of John begins with those immortal words
"In the beginning there was the word and the word was God." To have language is to have the power to express, name, label, categorise and define things, people, experiences and feelings.
And these words have power.
We can be caught forever in the thrall of a psychiatric diagnosis or teacher's remark, moving from being 'lively' to being a 'naughty' child in a single breath. Every word comes with its own baggage and its own history. Some words cannot be spoken because they hold so much weight, whilst others are moving into common speech as the passage of time wears away old meanings and clothes them in new.
Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.
Buddha
To use an old English phrase, we each have our own word-hoard - a store of words
collected from our parents, carers, siblings, teachers, peers,
the books we read, the programmes we watch. We can then draw from this stock to communicate and express.
In times of extreme or unusual emotional states - the pain of
loss or the ecstasy of birth - we often find our word hoards insufficient. When
our lover leaves us, when we are struck with that strange yearning to be something or somewhere we are not, when we meet the inevitable end of life, we turn to the poets to offer us the magic combination of words that provide the image or the rhythm that expresses where we are -
that resonates at our level of feeling.
Language is more than functional; it is
an essential tool in the gardening shed of the soul.
But maybe it isn't a word-hoard at all. Word hoard conjures
to mind some sort of pantry or chest - quite possibly very old and wooden and filled with bio dynamic, organic apples, but cut off and
not-living none-the-less. And language is living; it is a constantly evolving
ecosystem - a word-wood.
Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.
Gilbert Highet
As we grow, our word-wood grows. If we are lucky, the earth beneath our word-wood is made fertile by those around us.
If we are unlucky, the earth is grey and cold; in that scrubland, bramble words
grow, filling our mouths with dry, spiky, withered attempts to express the fire
within. We swear, scream and hit because we have nothing else. These are the children who lash out in frustration because they don't have the words to help us understand how they are feeling - the force of the absent word rises like a tsunami of the soul.
Word-wood soil can be enlivened with the right
treatment - the right authors, speakers, words and phrases being introduced in the
right way - but just as easily a fertile landscape can be destroyed by
carelessness and commercial consumption. Monoculture language creeps in promising better communication through over simplification, manipulation through vile advertising, or utter confusion through 'specialised' jargon. Invasive species spring up - the word 'like' is the ground elder of speech - and GM word crops slowly change the natural landscape of our language and in doing so, redefine our internal and external experience of the world.
Especially prized was the capacity to name, abundantly and gracefully, dozens or even hundreds of secret names for beings you had spent your whole life strutting past, and muttering; “willow” “holly” “bat” “dog-rose”. They are not their names. Not really.
Dr Martin Shaw - School of Myth
Robert Macfarlane recently reminded us of how many words we
are losing in the UK on a daily basis and the danger that poses to the future of our countryside: "[We are in] an age when a junior
dictionary finds room for ‘broadband’ but has no place for ‘bluebell’". What will happen when children can no longer name Oak or Beech, Sparrow or Robin? Will they wish to protect an area of nameless land inhabited by nameless creatures?
To take away a person's name is to 'de-humanise', making it easier to avoid any sort of messy emotional attachment and opening the 'thing' up to exploitation, abuse or extermination. If we are losing the lexicon of the natural world, is it any wonder that rainforests full of trees, insects and animals are being destroyed by CEOs of foreign companies who have reduced the entire, living ecosystem of the Amazon to a "commodity"?
Mythologist Martin Shaw encourages his students to develop a practice of giving twelve secret names to the plants, animals or 'things' they encounter in nature and to speak those names out loud. He comments that "inventive speech appears to be a kind of catnip to the living world" - an enlivening force. And surely it must be seen that those that love and know the land they live upon have a hundred names for snow or twenty different names mud or, at the very least, three different names for the garden robin. In giving something a name, we deepen our relationship with it and in finding many names we find ourselves watching, listening, thinking more deeply about that bird, plant, flower or bug - by engaging through language, we come to know it better.
Green Curve
Udder of the Silver Waters
The Hundred Glittering Teeth
Small Sister, Dawning Foam
On the Old Lime Bank.
5 names for the River - Dr Martin Shaw - School of Myth
So get out there and find the folkloric name of the hill behind your house, or watch the little plant
determinedly pushing its head between the pavement cracks and realise that the word 'daisy' just isn't enough to encapsulate that being. In opening ourselves to language as a dynamic force, rather than just a communication tool, we can begin to experience the world in a new and deeper way.
"Now, a language is not just a body of vocabulary or a
set of grammatical rules. A language is a flash of the human spirit. It's a
vehicle through which the soul of each particular culture comes into the
material world. Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind, a
watershed, a thought, an ecosystem of spiritual possibilities."
Wade Davis - Anthropologist and Explorer
