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About symbols. Or, why I’m so over jewels with words stamped on them.

I’m prepared to admit that I’m a jewel snob. And I’m also going to be a cranky pants.

I’ve had enough of bracelets stamped with your ‘bespoke’ word, like ‘love’ and ‘peace’ and ‘harmony’. And maybe your children’s names (like, really? are you going to forget them?).

I love words, but I also know the limits of words. Not only for the constraints on what they can express to other people, but also on what kind of meaning they can create for ourselves.

Oh, and while I’m on the topic of pet peeves, I’ve also had enough with $20 pendants of chunks of crystal wrapped in some cheap industrial metal and being sold as a ‘symbol of spiritual abundance’…. So ‘fast food’.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for symbolism.

But there’s something out of whack here.
Words only represent ideas in very limited ways. While symbols, on the other hand, are so much more than what most people think… So, warning, soap box ahead!

Words are stand-ins for ideas. They hold the position of the main actors, in their absence from our minds. This is what makes them so extraordinarily useful. And seductive.
You don’t need the real thing to be always present if a word can recall it at will.

It’s the power of grammaring!**

That’s why the Word of God worked so well for Christians, evoking the presence of the divine authority without him actually having to be there, in church and so forth.

It’s also why words play such a huge part in magic rituals – abracadabra and all that.

I don’t, by any means, underestimate the power of words.

However the symbol offers us so much more. Layer upon layer, we can peel away meanings to reveal new vistas, like the difference between binoculars & the Hubble telescope. Which is why I am so irritated by the ‘fast food’ version of the symbol. Like the news story in a tabloid, it’s designed for easy sales, easy digestion, and it offers no real insight.

The thing about symbols is that they’re not immediately understood.
You can still be chewing over their resonance and meaning long after the first encounter. Despite what dream dictionaries and Dan Brown would have us believe, they aren’t about attaching clear & precise meanings.

This makes them very different to words. So when you use them like words, to ‘represent’ something, you’ve missed 90% of the story.

Representing is what ‘signs’ do – they spell stuff out, sometimes with pictures.

When I was a (very bossy) lecturer it would so get up my nose when one of my jewellery students started talking about her project: ‘Well, this symbol represents my love for…’.

Go beyond representation I always say, keep following the idea down rabbit holes.

Find out something entirely new, or unexpected, or paradoxical.

Symbols open portals to meaning, they don’t close them down.

Words take care of clarity. Symbols reverberate & resonate & expand continuously into new, deeper, wider understandings.

Symbols follow a similar process to manifesting. There’s been enough out there about manifesting, so that you know by now that manifesting is not about writing the list and handing it over to the Universe to do your bidding. It’s about the feeling, and about being present in that feeling.

Symbols open vistas along the road of continual becomings.
They accompany us into wordless places where meaning is in our being.
It happens regardless of whether we’re even thinking about it.

A symbol is a material (i.e. visual, aural, tactile, sensorial, perceptual) key that unlocks a door into a greater reality. It’s a tele-portation device through which the numinous manifests. It takes the vast power of the cosmos (untrammelled by thinking) and it brings it down to earth, and holds it against our breast, or wraps it round our finger, or sits it on the table in front of us.

It brings the inexplicable into experience.

A piece of jewellery doesn’t have to be symbolic, although there is something about jewellery that means it is perfectly primed to be so.

Why is this? Perhaps because we wear it, maybe everyday, and like any well-loved object that we live with, it becomes part of our definition of self. It’s a familiar presence with us, giving reassurance or succour to our in-conscious self. (The conscious rational self is probably taking no notice, or else it dismisses the effect.)

For a symbol to ‘work’ for you, you have to become present with it. You live with it. You wear it. It sparks off whole flights of thoughts, ideas, dreams taking you to new lands.

And the most fascinating part – we probably never had intended this when we first saw it, purchased it and started wearing it.

This is one of the things that makes a piece of symbolic jewellery so magical.


[**Piece of trivia – because I just love this stuff, and maybe you’ll find it as scintillating as I do: the witch’s Grimoire (aka the Spell Book) has a connection to the word ‘grammar’ via the Scottish word ‘gramarye’ which means ‘occult learning’. And the word ‘glamour’ is also derived from ‘grammar’. Who would have thought something so dull could have such a secret past???]

What’s all this fuss about wellness?

Ok I confess, I’m a word nerd. There was a time in my now dimmed past when my fav way to spend a Sunday morning involved a toke, a dance around the lounge to a most sexy and inspiring tune, and then an hour or so following the trails of words thorough my very heavy version of the Aussie Oxford English.

Hmmm, scintillating you’re thinking. But if you don’t feel that delicious pull of adventures in wordland, if you don’t feel entire eras and archaic mindsets evoked by a bit of etymology, well I guess I just have to convince you how exciting it really is…

Because this means you’ve not felt that sensation of vistas opening onto entirely new worlds when you break down a word and find not only a meaning but a foundational brick in our fabricated reality.

Let’s take something simple like ‘disease’…
When I first realised that this was in fact dis-ease, I saw something that was known to our apparently dimwitted ancestors (dim that is if we believe the modern scientific perspective on those pre-enlightened folk) – our health is entirely related to our sense of ease in the world.

A truth that is blindingly obvious for the commonsensical mind (I’d like to say something on common sense too – but I’ll save that for another time).

And yet, and yet, as I was PhD-researching to prove this common sense belief I shared with my English-speaking ancestors that health was intimately connected to how at ease we feel, all I could find was some cautious studies tiptoeing around ‘maybe positive thinking affects people’s ability to heal from cancer’. Tepid stuff.

Otherwise I was in the woo-whoa land of freaky science that gets those internet skeptics all het up (you know the ones I mean – the kind that like to come over all righteous, and break out in hives when someone somewhere in the interworld starts talking about miracle cures).

And, well, freaky science doesn’t gel in the Sandstone Universities. So I didn’t progress my PhD much on that point – just a few allusions.
Oh and there was Herbert Benson.

So that’s why I got so freakin excited when Lissa Rankin’s book Mind Over Medicine arrived in the post.

Thank goddess she’s done all the hard work and found all the evidence for me, cos my brain just could not get around those medical journal abstracts, far less up in their reports.

If you’ve been under a bushel and haven’t heard, Lissa tracks down the hard science, and the home truths, then weaves it into a tasty dish of soft values – the kind that makes skeptics break out in rashes.

Bottom line, our bodymind has a remarkable ability to self-heal from extreme diseases.

Yes, the hard-core ones like cancer, HIV, kidney disease etc. And it’s not just up to us either. It’s also about the nurturing care we receive from the experts we trust – whether medical doctors, or other healers.
In other words it’s a personal and collective effort.

All of which is a long winded way to say that if health is connected to ease and trust (trusting ourselves, trusting our doctors, trusting in powers greater than ourselves) then it helps to be relaxed about how we do it.

So what’s all this stuff about working on wellness?

Wellness is a state, stasis, staying that way –  wellness has overtones of perfectionism.

There’s a sense that I get from wellness that if I can just get there I will have reached some goal, some pinnacle. And then what? When do we ever reach a point and stay there? Like many people I’m a recovering perfectionist, and I get all kinda freaked out about reaching goals, cos then I must get onto the next one.
It can get me caught up in this ‘never enough’ cycle.

Wellbeing on the other hand is a verb pretending to be a noun, which means it’s a  process, an ongoing action.

Existing with good fortune, well-fare or happiness. Having an experience. Not trying to hold onto a state.

It means we’re not looking at ‘getting somewhere’, we’re already always in it. It happens  every time we feel good about something, even the smallest, the simplest things, every time we share a giggle about something silly, or stand up and stretch and feel the warm blood running through our muscles.

In every small moment we can be in the process of being well. Not this stuff about striving to get to some point of perfection and then holding on so we don’t loose that place.

So that’s why I’m avoiding wellness. Instead I’m focusing on wellbeing.

Sure it’s just a word-shift, but many times a simple word can change gears in our subconscious mind.

Tell me what do you think about the power of words? Do you have any favourite word-shifts or word-sources that have changed the way you think about things? I’d love to know – please leave a comment below…