Happy April, and welcome to Day 1 of the month-long A-to-Z blog challenge where many hundreds of folks are posting their way through the alphabet. Be sure to check out the myriad of fabulous blog players here.
I love language, especially strange and wonderful words, and I love manifestos, although I’ve never written one myself. But I’m challenging myself this month to work my way through the alphabet publicly declaring what I believe, what I intend, what I envison, what I love, what lights my heart; each day focused through the lens of another unusual word.
Today’s word is plucked from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows – a beautiful, ever-growing compendium of invented words by John Koneig; each word tasked with giving name to an emotion we might all experience and yet don’t yet have a word for.
“n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake.”
I noticed I had slipped into this state when I was watering a small bouquet of lovely flowers seen below.
I became entranced by the edges of the petals, and suddenly I slipped deeper and deeper in the wondering – how is it we hold our edges? What do we lean into, what do we pull back from? These are all things that define our edges. We often think of edges as hard and straight, but indeed they can be soft and curved, ruffled even. We can follow edges outward or have them pull us inward. But they clearly define us. They form the container of who we are.
To be fully alive we have to travel along our edges living in the fullness of who we are. That’s what life is for. But we don’t live permanently in this state – we remember and we forget. We find things and we lose them. We dance between the epic and the ordinary.
Just as edges define us, manifestos are meant to declare who we are, and so perhaps this month you’ll be traversing my edges and coming to know me better.
I welcome ambedo and its invitation to both get lost and to remember. I want to keep my senses and heart open to the beauty around me as much as I can, and I want that to help guide me to my leading edges always.
What about you? What do you want to declare today? What “A” word is descriptive of something important to you? What unusual thing have you noticed? Do tell – you know I love to hear.