It made its way into my life last January—arriving rather late, I’d say, all things considered.
And then there’s the fact it sauntered in, this concept, in no big rush. Just an idea, a comment, really, passing through.
Hello, I said, I like you.
And so the idea hung around, waiting, patiently waiting while I got used to it, this notion of a Word for the Year. And I committed, beginning the hunt for just the right one. I tried on one, two, three. But something didn’t feel quite right, this hard work of searching out just the right word. And so I stepped back, like the idea itself, watching and waiting.
Sure enough (just as Miska had said*), in time, my Word arrived.
I am a believer, have I told you that? Twelve months later, I know for sure that having a Word for the Year—a centering force for my life—changed everything.
What now? What about 2013? I’ve been watching and waiting, trying not to grow impatient as the year’s first month clicks by. Words have come, I must tell you, very fine words that just weren’t mine, words for a different time.
And then it happened. My word, hidden there amid eloquence, peeking from behind grand ceremony, a mere commoner.
One Today, said the poet.
We are made for this moment, said the President.
For such a time as this, said Mordecai.
From Winn Collier’s blog, Dirtying Paper, Scratching for Beauty:
For a while, Miska’s had these annual encounters where a word arrives, vivid and undeniable. And continuing: This year, I love Miska’s word. A future year, I could imagine it being mine. But it’s not – and that’s the crucial revelation. You can’t snag another person’s word. You can’t even snag another person’s conviction that you need to have a word …You have to find your own —find your own way, find your own self.