Words ought to be a little Wild

I found this quote a little while ago.

"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it HOT." -DH Lawrence

I have always been and continue to be a "word-girl". They have a power over me that can only be equated to things of the spirit. They bruise me. They heal me. They elate me. They ignite me. They stir me. And yet, I cannot always control them. I say too much or with too much energy. I hear and interpret other peoples words incorrectly. Sigh. So much for DH's advice.

And still Nothing is more intoxicating than honest communication. And it happens so rarely that it makes me want to weep. How often do you have a conversation without subtext? One where the things that are being said are bold, fair, naked, true...When I get it and when I give it, it's like a drug...I can't have enough and it changes the chemistry of my body and I am different. So I continue to seek it, at the risk of sleepless nights and failure. I long for it. At the risk of losing myself or worse (shudder) finding myself. I seek it. With the knowledge that I will never be the same if I do find it and if I don't find it but continue in the seeking. I will never be the same.