The Day I Broke the Sound Barrier

There is a single word for that distinct scent when summer rain hits warm dry ground.

It is called “petrichor.” Petrichor is known for its very earthy and nostalgic aroma.

Because the sense of smell has such a direct link to our memories, when you inhale

this petrichor it immediately places you back to past summers. For me, especially,

it is a smell from childhood. When the rain would let loose and drench during hot

Michigan summer days, I loved to be out on the front porch under the eaves and breathe in the smell of rain.

Now I know !! It was all about the tickles me pink petrichor.

I reflect upon how the Inuit have hundreds of descriptive words for snow.

They actually total around 50 words, or so, the expert anthropologists say ……

A fact : a culture invents a prevalent vocabulary

for prevalent phenomenon within the culture.

Finding out that there is a specific word that describes “the rain falling smell”

has me wondering :

what other experiences are there,

that do not have a single word to describe it  ?

What would some of these experiences be ?

And then, imagine what possible word one could use to describe 

these universally shared well- known experiences ??

Here are some ideas I came up with :

What is the word to describe how one reacts when you see someone you deeply love in the throngs of danger or in harm’s way ?

I recall the morning I let my hard core long time survivalist sweet orange badass being Poody Pood Pood cat outside on the front porch. He, a big-time outdoor type being,

street savvy, & a very well established hunter of the woods. Tough guy.

I let Pood out & then I happen to turn back & look out the front window.

I do not know why, yet now, deep down, I knew exactly the why, why I turned back

“to look out.”

There,

in the middle of the front yard,

not far from the completely unawares Poody,

was a hollow-eyed

zombie-like

scraggily-matted-tattered

gnarly

gray

ghost-faced

coyote.

He was sitting

upright

on his haunches

with his pointy little nose

straight up in the air

jerkingly sniffing the air.

Catching whiffs.

Here is the no-words-for-feeling &

lack-of-lingo-to-describe experience

I now share :

My feet left the ground as my body literally flew parallel to the ground straight to

the front door. In one single half a nano-second my one hand turned the door knob,

open the door, while my other hand reached out across the porch &

grabbed the scruff of the Poody’s neck & threw him in the house slamming the door shut behind. All in one single continuous uninterrupted fluid non-stop coordinated movement.

I had crossed time zones & multi - dimensions, defied gravity, broken the sound barrier

& time traveled multiple space - time continuums, rose to the occasion by an internally nuclear charged particle accelerator, all with absolutely no cerebral thought process or

brain wiring neurons firing. I had accomplished & achieved a near impossible feat

by using only the sheer power of Love. When I stopped long enough afterwards to realize what just had happened, I stood there for a moment with my mouth hanging open gasping for intake oxygen air as my entire body violently shook uncontrollably, quaking with high octane adrenaline. I spontaneously burst out in tears with the aftershock. I had saved my Poody Pood Pood. And I distinctly remember Pood looked  at me then, oblivious, saying, what was that all about ?? Love dude. Super strong love that saved your life.

I took no credit for the action. I only had a sense of cosmic mind-blowing appreciation

that this “—“ (whatever we call this ) instinctual non-thinking-because-I-had-no-time-to-think reaction this : “ —-“ kicked in & I was like a channel that rode with it & responded.

What do we call : this “—-“ ??

What would this reaction be called ??

This super instinctual primal power

that took possession of my body,

all in order to help

my loved one

who was in a life threatening situation ??

possibly …

love - amor (latin) /  agape (greek)

save a life - sozo ( greek)

love + save a life  = amor + sozo = amorsozo.

love + save a life  = agape + sozo = agapesozo.

love + save a life + hero = amorsozozorro

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Here is a very primal emotion that I have experienced.

I know two other ladies that have experienced this exact same emotion. This emotion that has no single word to describe it.

I was stapling siding on my cabin. I moved the scaffolding platform

& it slip from my hands & smashed down hard onto my forearm.

My mouth open wide in shock. I froze. My eyes bugged out of my skull.

My breathing was gulps. I knew the bone had snapped clean into two.

I walk into the cabin & sat down on the floor against the wall.

I felt this tsunami volcano tidal surge flooding upwards thru my body.

It wanted out & out right now. The deep down welling up surfaced.

This did not feel like any emotion I had ever experienced.

This was my whole existence coming forth and quaking my countenance

from the furthermost inner core. And it did so shake me. And I let it.

I violently sobbed for over one solid hour. I went with it.

I knew there was no stopping this ; “—.“

Whatever this “—“ was.

When it finally did die down, I felt somewhat elated and giddy.

A feeling of a pressure valve was released. I felt good. I smiled.

And then. .... I realized what had just taken place.

My suppressed grief from years previous that I had been storing inside just freed up

& out. The deaths of three of my most important people in life had all died all within a short period of time. I got thru it by being oh so very tough, or so I thought. Yah right.

Buckets of grief pour from me that day. When I got up enough guts to examine my shattered arm that I had placed over my chest and had held it there during the duration of this grief fest, I found it whole & not broken !!

What would this suppression of grief & the explosion all at once all at the same time of all the stored grief releasing  be called ??

Miseria - (roman) -  goddess of grief

Baros (greek) - heavy burden

Apolyo (greek) - release

Odune (greek) - anguish

Liberer le chagrin (French) - release grief

Release + heavy burden + grief = apolyo + baros + odune = apolyobarosodune

Release + heavy burden + grief = miseria +apolyo = miseriapolyo

Release + heavy burden + grief = baros + apolyo = barosapolyo / or

apolyobaros

Release + grief = chagrinleliberer / chagrinliberator / smilingchagrinliberator

Release + heavy burden + grief = releasethekracken

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Now for something a little lighter !! ….whhoo ….

We have all shared the pleasure

of that exact feeling when

seeing &/or re-meeting

a very close old friend. 

That giddy butterflies in the stomach flutter of the heart ?

Eyes quickly moistening with tears ?

A leaping frog jump joy heightened explosion of energy

that bursts outward at one’s seams ?

That big gulp of happiness you gulp swallow ?

That feeling of knowledge that comes over right then

& suddenly the entire universe makes sense.

The warmth of bond & knowing & reuniting & being & comfort

& remembrance that floods over your being when you

are with this so well known to you person.

A feeling of being at home aura surrounds you both.

You feel good, warm, & esp. relaxed after the initial buzz

excitement of hello it's really you again reunion.

What single word would cover all of this whole experience ?

ami (french) - friend

reunir (french) - reunite

friend + reunite  = reunir + ami = reunirami / amireunir

friend + reunite = sogoodtoseeyouagain

friend + reunite = itsbeensolongreallymissedyou

friend + reunite = myheartsoarslikeaneagle *

*Chief Dan George

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This most singlemost feeling

is one that I personally have a strong affinity towards.

It gives meaning  & worth to my whole life.

This is my most favorite favorite fave fave fave favorite :

What.

What.

What is : “—“

when

you are listening

to music

&  “—“

overwhelms

absorbs

captures

embraces

your entire being ??

You are not in this world anymore.

You are transported to a place far way away.

You are moved.

Moved.

Transported in time & place & space.

The sound enters your whole Being.

This is not merely a hearing or listening experience.

This is a spiritual experience.

The sound overtakes your entire Be-ing.

Moves you to tears ??

Moves you to stunned silence ??

Moves you to astonishment.

Moves you to reverence.

Rocks your world.

Blows your mind wide open.

Shakes you up high.

Shakes you deep down.

Rattles your bones.

Shivers me timbers.

I have experienced soooo much music in this way throughout my whoooole life.

My relationship with music is a constant part of existence.

My childhood consisted of my dad practicing trumpet in the basement

as I listened every evening, the heat vents amplifying the sound even louder

straight upstairs to those vibrating anvils & hammers.

At the time it was a part of my day to day or evening to eve.

So.

Normal.

Doesn’t everybody’s dad

play solo trumpet concerts

in the basement most every night ??

As I got older, I appreciated the ever-lasting sound of the trumpet gift I was given.

The trumpet sound is one that goes straight to my heart, a direct line.

Thank you dad.

The sound of the pipe organ is not a sound to me.

It is a Being.

An astronomical celestial mighty mighty mighty force of splendor.

Once more, I grew up with this music by my side,

this music letting me know the importance of this glorious sound.

I may also add a composer : pipe organ + Bach = Beyond the Beyond.

I experienced the gift of having the opportunity of being captivated

by this instrument & it’s most positive vibration weekly

as a high schooler in a church in Grand Rapids.

The sound told me the truth.

The sound told me what the truth was.

The sound told me to listen

to the world closely.

The sound told me

so much more than sound.

The sound permanently

planted both my feet

on the ground.

The sound was the expression

of what glory means.

The sound shared

the past

the present

& the future with me.

The sound of the pipe organ

told me who I was.

The sound is who I am.

We have no word to describe

this important relationship ??

absorb (latin) - absorbet

music (latin) - musica

musique (french) - music

absorber (french)  - absorb

music + absorb = musique absorber

music + absorb = musicabsorbet

music + absorb = amorebachpipeorgan

music + absorb = trumpetsoundaficonado

music + absorb = igotthemusicinme

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What what what how do we say all these important aspects of

Being a Human Being.

I believe these loss for words commonly shared experiences are all especially good examples of what it means to

Be a Human Being.

These experiences

that lack a language

lack a lingo

are important aspects

Of existence. Of humanity. Of us.

I share my take on a few that came to me. Now I ask of you :

What are some of your wordless have no words for experiences ??

What word would you invent for these

wordless in need of words experiences ??

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