How ” Wordplay” Affects Mindset

Alice Through the Looking Glass

Dear Reader:

My lifetime love of words has definitely been a huge influence on my perception of the world and my place in it… and I know I am not alone in this endeavor.

Author Vernon Howard once spoke about a man who wrote down what he called ” beautiful words” in a small notebook. They included such words as joy, love, crystal, blossom, sparkle. Every morning this man would read about a dozen or so words from his list. When the opportunity arose throughout the day, he would use them in conversation. He told a friend, ” Because I looked at the world only through rose-colored words, I became rose-colored myself.”

Now try this lesson in cause and effect.

Unhappy, upset, tears, depressed, gloom, sullen, dark, morose, sad, dismal, hopeless, bleak, sorrow, misery, somber, despair

How do they make you feel? Now read the following:

Joyful, mirthful, joking, giggle, happy, laughter, glad, silly, cheerful, amusement, merriment, delightful, fun, jovial, jolly, hilarious

If we are what we think, then maybe we need to rethink the things that disturb us and relabel them. It changes how we view our ” upsets.” The shift is slight, but the impact is often major because it “reframes” the upset. ( just like the frame of a picture affects the final outcome. )

Humor helps tremendously… like when my old television takes a ” vacation” right in the middle of a movie… I just renamed it ” Old Fadeful” ( it leaves but always returns) or when I confessed my frustration last week when I accidentally deleted my just completed blog post. I remember thinking that perhaps instead of viewing myself as a writer I should be called ” The Eraser.”

I loved this anecdote about a nurse who came up with a great title for herself … in a potentially depressing atmosphere of nursing care.

” Joan said she began to see her work in a less burdensome way after she used some wordplay to describe her job of working with critically ill patients… in a geriatric ward. She started walking into the patients’ rooms with a big grin and announcing herself as ” Hi! My name is Joan and I’m going to be your body scratcher, patcher, wire attacher, and bedpan snatcher!”

So until tomorrow…

Or be thankful for cool rainy days … even when we are ready for a break from the monsoons…

Today is my favorite day… Winnie the Pooh

I love when traffic backs up at Five Points because I get to daydream about living in one of my favorite houses in Summerville
Overcast and dreary… for many repetitive days but still love my Summerville
Coming out of CVS… there it was in the water-sodden grass beside the parking lot and for just literally a minute one shard of sunlight appeared and hit the Penny as I opened my car door! Thank you Angel or ancestral loved one.. for thinking of me. đź’—
Will be curious to see if Rutledge will be interested in continuing guitar lessons after camp. Looks like he is enjoying it now however.

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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