I adore words. Each new year I pick one more. Sometimes, I pick a fresh one in the summer-right around my birthday. Often I have it etched in to silver, or once (almost two years ago to the day)-in to my arm, because I am a word wearer. I like to see my words to remember them.
I devour books, soaking in the words as I go. I mark up books with pens and post it notes. You can tell how much I love a book based on how many little papers are sticking out the sides. I am happy to recommend a book to you, but you likely will not want to borrow my copy.
I am a listener, and a highly sensitive person. That means that I pay close attention to word choice in a conversation and what meaning it brings. It also means that after we speak, I carry your words with me in my heart.
I am attentive to where important words-the ones I wear, or hear whispered softly in to the ear of my heart, appear throughout my day. Were they sprinkled in a conversation or a paragraph or a song?
I pick words like flowers and carry them with me, tucked safely in a tiny pocket of my soul.