Saoirse

It is the Irish word for freedom. I wear a wristband with that word on it.

Of course, when I first attempted to say the word I got its pronunciation arse backwards. It takes me a few days of reading Irish/English place names to get some idea of speaking guidelines. I think it’s true that the only way to truly learn a language is to immerse oneself in it.

Words really are powerful. One word, with I think four letters in it, which is American slang, was said a few weeks or a month ago to me. It’s still slapping me each time it passes through my mind, and makes Saoirse even more important to me in my relating to others, especially where such relationships take on greater significance.

I have, certainly in the past, had a tendency to cling. It is one of the defects of character I need to be extra vigilant about. So if and when something is said that leads me to think I’ve been appearing to cling or be especially needy, I back off. Instantly. I am gruesomely awkward, actually, about lots of things. I do express myself pretty openly, which I suppose can be scary. In this case, though, it seems as though openness was mistaken for neediness. As I look around at the people who make up the cast of my life, I see a huge need to enable each person’s freedom. I see a deep desire for my own freedom.

So, since I am not a fighter, instead I believe I shall proclaim myself a freedom worker. I will work for freedom … saoirse … of those in my life. Through doing so, I will reach my own deeper freedom.

It’s most assuredly Friday, huh?

cyanide

September 29, 2006

i also happen to know that it’s the name of a fridge.

darcy0207

Language is VERY powerful. I am also very open and a blunt communicator. It can get me in trouble at times. I try to fight anger with humor when possible. Not alwasy successful. Working in a h.s. I hear more untoward language than most. I try to turn the words back to the students…

~Dreamer

Words are our most powerful weapon that we use to either give love or to cause deep wounds to the heart that recieves them. The old saying still rings true “Think before you speak” Hmmm, sometimes I/We still forget and it only takes a few seconds to speak, and maybe a lifetime for those few words we’ve uttered, maybe in anger, to be forgiven… if ever. I don’t think of myself as a fighter either,but, I would definately fight for and, to protect those I love from harm of any nature. And yes rest assured, it is Friday. Now you can slack off!!! *Winks n Love n hugs, Bren.

The Rickster

Yes, it is Friday…:)

“gruesomely awkward.” wow. I’ve been that a lot throughout my life. love the meaning of saoirse. ryn: heh. I’m off to work, really I am! I’m not sure how big the new Starbucks is. Something tells me they don’t have room for cushy chairs or even scones (I loves me a good cinnamon scone!).

Mangocitrus

We find our freedom in many ways. I hope you have plenty and enjoy it 🙂 Love and Hugs,

gilraent

I love language.. and coffee. 🙂

Claudine a l'ecole

Lovely thoughts : you are assuredly open and wise … and a good person. Would not know how to pronounce that word ! ryn: I am pleased if I wake up some of your French memories, yes I am proud of my language and also happy to be fluent in English : it’s such a richness to be able to dip into several cultures. thanks for your notes. Hugs