A friend of mine has an interesting turn of phrase. Whenever we part he says.
“I hope my words find a home in you”.
I have never thought too much about this phrase. It’s always just been something he has said and sadly I have brushed it off as too much caffeine or some other ‘hidden ingredient’.
But on a rare moment that is unlikely to happen again this side of a pink moon, I gave some thought to his words.
I recalled who it is that is at home with me and how they influence me. I also remember those who have shared my home over the years and how they have moulded me to be the person I am today. I hope that I am a little more polished, a little more empathetic, a little more sympathetic. There is no question they have changed my way of life and the way I now interact with others. This I hope, is a good thing and my feeble desire is that the world might be just a little shinier because of those who have I lived with and still live with me today.
Some words we ignore or are too busy to hear. Some words linger for a little while and some find a home with us. We take them through the front door, take off our shoes, relax and have a ‘conversation’ with our new friends, our new words, our new phrases. They have an influence on us, if only it is to bewilder, encourage, inspire and startle us into a different way of thinking, a different way of behaving.
So you may like to reflect on the words that have found their home with you and what words you send to peoples home. May your word live in us.