Today’s A-to-Z blogging challenge is pausing at the letter K. I’ve tasked myself with writing a manifesto of what I believe and hold dear, based on unusual words. And so today I’d like to introduce you to the word kinkle.
Kinkle means a slight kink.
I find the word inordinately delightful and it always makes me smile. I think we’re all kinkly – full of little twists that make us all so perfectly unique, so deliciously eccentric, so absolutely wonderful.
When I first discovered the word for some reason I thought about how there’s pressure, both internal and external, to conform to some prescribed mold of sameness, some socially acceptable form that says we fit in more than we don’t. We’re often taught to feel bad about the ways we’re different and can go to great lengths to hide them. For some reason the image of gingerbread cookie people came to me, all cut out perfectly and decorated the same. But then I thought, well I don’t want to be part of that assembly line. How about if we’re all really peanut butter cookies? You know, the kind where you mark them with a fork putting little hash mark indentations on them. Those are our kinkles – our little wrinkles and kinks of fabulousity that make each one of different and unique. (Unexpected bonus: I have to say as a result of that little mental exercise, I’ve fallen in love with peanut butter cookies. And I have the hips to prove it. Just one of my kinkles.)
I have all kinds of kinkles. I’m extraordinarily introverted; I love hats; I’ve kept dream journals for decades; I don’t drive; plants and stone beings talk to me; I believe in the power of red shoes; I have a Guide who sings to me; I use flower essences every day; I find anything more than small doses of social media overwhelming; I adore old-fashioned flowers like peonies, lilacs, lilies-of-the-valley; I’m directionally dyslexic; I wear bangles inscribed with lines of poetry that I never remove except when going through security check points; I believe the world is filled with beauty; I dislike kale and Kombucha; I’m a slow-moving Kapha dohsa but in my dreams I’m a graceful whirling dervish; I write words on the soles of my feet so I can leave secret messages wherever I walk; I’m convinced on windy days I can fly if only I could find the right place to stand for the wind to catch me; I collect fortunes from cookies and send them off into the world as secret messages; I love apothecary chests and small drawers I can fill with treasures.
I love that we’re all unique and think we should wear our kinkles proudly and celebrate one another unabashedly.
We don’t need to prefer the same things, or believe the same things – in fact bumping up against what is non-preferred helps me define what I do prefer. And that helps me move in the direction of what lights me up. I want that for all of us – to truly allow our lives to be lit by the unique light we hold.
What about you? What kinkles do you celebrate in yourself? Like peanut butter cookies? Have something to declare in the manifesto of you? Do tell – you know I love to hear.