Words have always been the axis mundi around which my world spins. When I was a kid, my dad, a journalist at heart, wrote sports for the Denver Post and later became the book editor there. So books have been a preeminent architectural feature of my life, reading providing the machinery and framing to stand up my days. Seldom will you find me without a book in my hand or journal of copied aphorisms and quotes collected from my favorites; pages and pages most often stacked closely by.
We live in a world where the spiritual and material are simultaneously present. Words, language, ideas mediating our life as we traverse between mind, matter and our sense experience. These days I’m reading less for knowledge and more for the purpose of illuminating the invisible, to light my way; and to improve not my sight, but vision and perception.
Do we use language or does it use us? I think perhaps it’s ‘and’ not ‘or’; after all, in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was life, and without the Word was not any thing made that was made.
So here I will write about the healing, generative, and creative power of words; about the intersection of philosophy, psychology, theology and faith; and about story and the literary quality of life.
Thanks for stopping by, Eric Anderson