Words Are Life

Last week, the island had two winter storms with over 50 cm of snow falling and blowing around each time.  The RCMP discouraged anyone to be out on the roads so the city shut down. With the impending storm, my good friend decided that I shouldn't be alone in the even that something (labour) should happen.  After joking with her that I would be happy if she would be with me to catch the baby, we settled in for a couple of storm days.  Thankfully we did not lose power and were able to watch some TV and a few movies on Netflix.

One of the movies was the "The Book Thief".  This story resonated with me because of my love of books and my own discovery of how words can heal.  Liesel is adopted into a family in another village but is ridiculed at school because she does not know how to read or write.  But her desire to learn is insatiable so she steals books and with her father, she learns to read in the basement of their home.  When the family shelters Max, a Jew, she reads to him and he in return gives her a journal so she can write her own story.  He tells her, words are life.

Words are life. Words tell the story of our existence and express our dreams. Words can make us laugh or cry. Words can be shared with friends or can be written in a private journal.  Words can heal yet words can hurt.  Words describe life around us.

My friends in Egypt gave me a head start on my own children's library as their gift to my baby.  I now have over 30 books of my friends favourite childhood books to read to my own little one.  These words will help to create a life long love of language and books.  Thank you to all my friends in Egypt <3.