THE POWER OF WORDS:

In one of the seminars I attended about alternative medicine we were told about energy healing. At first my doctor and I found it hard to reconcile the idea of manipulating the energy centers to heal physical problems ( quite hard to note why the foot should me pressed to ease an upset tummy )... yet when I went home I accidentally sat on the stereo component's remote control. I saw the knob moved without me touching it and the volume went loud . I thought a ghost was playing with me. By then I realized energy works.

Then the lecturer pointed out the power of words ... she said words are so energized and powerful that one should be extra careful with how we use it. The bottom - line was ... we lived with nature and its forces which work in a state of balance which spells out health, well-being and bliss ... that what goes around comes around ... and what you give you receive and you get it back a hundred fold.

I could not tell whether I am just too accommodating with the idea or whatever but I always believed in taking care of whatever I say. More so when we launched the Gender Sensitivity Development Program when we were made aware of changes in terms to appropriately show respect and consider the impact of terms to people. So many times - I am moved by silly circumstances that I do utter words in disappointment - times when I can only say sorry you have asked for it. Yet I do not feel well saying things out of anger; that explains why I take refuge in the privacy of my room when I am mad and I would rather listen than speak out.

It has always dawned on me that when a person start saying things he spells out his own accountability for the things he says. When a person fails to come up with what people expect from him because of the things he had said ... he turns out a brag.

My Literature teacher would be glad to know I still live by the things she taught her class years ago ... So many poems and prose that we took in class which make sense in my adult life. Desiderata and The Arrow and the Song are just some of the literary works that do stay in my heart after all these time.



The Arrow and the Song
By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.