Do you have favourite words?
Well, I do.
Some are from Spanish, my second language. I like them for their sound – like equipaje – melodic, sensual, and exotic. In Spanish, this word means luggage, and it is pronounced – eh-kee-pah-hey – but don’t say it in a jerky way, you need to slur the syllables a bit. I also like the word for its connotation – freedom, liberty, and adventure – feelings so dear to my heart.
I love the word, Mamá. I love it so much because I love the two people who thrill me when they call me this – my daughter and my son – Maggie and Carlos. No more explanation is needed.
I love the word esposo. Because of the man I have adored for more than four decades – the one who took the place of my equipaje, and who engendered those two people who call me Mamá.
In English, my native tongue, I also have favourite words – many of them in fact – but tonight, after watching a Netflix movie called, Danny Collins, one in particular comes to mind: redemption.
Redemtion has all the qualities of a great word – it starts with a strong syllable – and ends softly. It hints at growth, learning and change. It also implies humility, a virtue I aspire to.
Another English word I love is home – as in – “I am home.”
They say that home is where the heart is – and mine is with those I love and adore – even when thousands of kilometres separate us. These three people make me feel loved, no matter what I think of myself, my actions, my writing, my painting, or my place in the greater scheme of things.
Watching a film like Danny Collins makes me feel redeemed – by the music and the message – of this feel-good story.
The movie trailer claims that this plot is “partly true”. I want to believe that there is a real Danny Collins, and that music, core values, writing, painting and love – have brought redemption and a sense of home to him – as they have to me.