I’ve always felt the old adage that “sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words can never hurt me” was wrong, sadly and tragically wrong and untrue.
Words can hurt, and we’ve probably all flung them one way or another, at ourselves, or at others, especially those we love.
This morning I read Sharon Olds poem, “Looking South at Lower Manhattan Where the Towers Had Been”. It took me where I didn’t expect, and when I clicked to hear her read it, I also came across her poem “Pine Tree Ode”. I suggest you read and listen to both as a way to sink and rise even more deeply and fully into this world we share.