Our words should be purrs instead of hisses. — Kathrine Palmer Peterson
A long-ago editor of mine greeted me every day with the words, “Mornin’, Glory!”
I don’t recall hearing him greet any of the other reporters this way, but I could be wrong. After all, we often overlook that which, to us, becomes commonplace.
Now that I work for myself and enter my office to silence, I find I miss hearing something so uplifting. If only I could train Darling Doggie Dallas to bark out, “Mornin’, Glory!” for me!
Of course I don’t want to go back to work for somebody else. I realize not everybody is chirpy in the morning; besides, I enjoy the solitude of running my own show.
But sometimes it would be nice to exchange warm salutations with kindred souls to start my day.
I never admitted to Mr. L. how happy and special I felt hearing those familiar words, how they set the tone for my entire day.
Yet every time I see Morning Glories climbing through an Illinois soybean field, I’m reminded how important words are. How blessed I am to be able to string them together, much like beaded jewelry. How crucial it is to mind what I say and write so it lifts up rather than tears down.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. Prov. 16:24
And that’s a good thing for a writer to remember, don’t you think?