It's a funny thing about sticks and stones. We learn from a very young age, "Sticks and Stones can break my bones, but words can never harm me. "
If that children's rhyme is true, then why do people feel they can fling words around and that it would make any difference at all? Maybe it's because we've given them the voice to do so. We've abdicated our own considerable power by allowing some self-appointed pundits of prose to define us.
So, this short blog is about taking back power. It is about understanding that sticks and stones, when used constructively, can build the foundation of an enduring home where everyone is welcome, supported, loved and appreciated for who they are and the skills they have. It is about creating a fortress of friendships. It is about believing that only you can truly define who you are. The rest only matters if you allow it to do so. As Shakespeare's Macbeth said:
All our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
And if you need someone to fix that window in your glass house, just give me a call. Oh, and you don't have to worry; I've got your number.