The Flower Speaks. I understand.
When the flower says red and rose, I understand.
When the clouds say no rain, I understand!
Hearing and understanding. It’s often in how we see.
See—a connecting word. A way to connect.
Photography—part of that. How accessible it makes communicating with others!
Images, without words, can tantalize intellectually and touch emotionally (no shared language required).
Without developed language skills, young children, even infants, nevertheless find power of connection through other means.
My first spoken word wasn’t momma, babba, or dadda. It was see. That one word, along with my pointing finger, gave me the power of wings, as my father, mother or older siblings would respond by lifting me to their shoulder heights to carry me around in search of things to look at and name. I imagine it felt like flying and gave me something only someone like Tinker Bell,with her wand and pixie dust, could know.
Just as children, who, without words or adequate vocabulary, find a way to connect with others in their immediate world, so do adults, who find ways to navigate through their own unique inabilities and obstacles.
One way people can share is through images that aren’t reliant on shared language. How wonderful to find a way to reach across cultural lines! Nature is often the image we trust to speak for us. Think: how many ways can one miscommunicate a flower or misunderstand a cloud?
Note: these thoughts grew out of my reply to Bette’s response to a previous post.