I love stories and words. Especially ones like sonder, which for me is both a word and a story. [Consider watching the video… it’s well worth two minutes thirty-nine seconds. I warn you that the thoughts it engenders might (hopefully) last much, much longer.]
There’s a moment—usually early morning with a second cup of coffee—when I feel most strongly everything is possible. I know that day—this day—I’ll experience, see or hear someone or something new… something that makes me feel fully alive. Sometimes that feeling lasts the day, and at its end, not only my tasks and work are done for clients… but I’ve created something new—of my own—for me to share.
So, this morning, on the second cup, I came across this word… sonder. It made me think. I understand it but don’t consider it sorrow (the video comes from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows). It’s part of life. I know, I know… sorrow is part of existence. It’s part of being human. But the meaning—the essence—of this word is so much more. It describes the circulatory system, pumping and coursing through—perhaps a better word is giving—life. It’s what delivers the experiences I transcribe and the imagined worlds I create, each day as a writer.
My world(s). Your world(s). Our world(s). Us.