I’m all excited about going to the CP Women’s Open on Friday. It’s a golf tournament hosting most of the best women players in the world. In contemplating the event this morning, I thought about the word “open” being used here as a noun. Here’s what some unknown wise human had to say on the subject:
Virtually all the languages of the West are noun-oriented, which means that we have effectively fixed the experiential world into static solid boxes.
When I utter the words that society expects of me, am I falling into a trap which seems benign but perhaps is not? I’d say yes.
I love adjectives. When I’m feeling in touch with Spirit, I often describe myself as an open window, with the breeze wafting through. Open – available to life, welcoming it, not resisting it. I also love verbs. How marvelous to open a present or to see a flower gradually open. But turning such experiences into nouns, making them “things”? No. It doesn’t feel right.
A thing has a boundary, the point where thing becomes not-thing. My property ceases to be that at the road out front. Things stay put. They don’t flow as a verb does. They don’t enrich, as an adjective does. And I want my life to flow and be coloured with the rainbow of the moment. We folks need the movement and the zest. Our nouns do seem to keep us in separate boxes, keep us analyzing and separating. I want to wear a coat of many colours, not a business suit.
I wonder if I’m being ridiculous here. Gosh, Bruce, it’s just a golf tournament! Talk about navel gazing. Or maybe not. Perhaps we should tack an “-ing” on the back end of a whole bunch of nouns and see what we get. “I feel love” compared to “There’s loving happening”. Not something that A sends to B but something that’s there, between us, around us, potentially around everyone. Smiling … Caring … Touching.
Maybe life can be like the ocean – ever changing, calm to rough and back to calm again, vibrantly alive. Just maybe we can awaken from the stupor imbedded in our language.