Reading, apparently

What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?

Something is happening to reading skills and it is not good. Not just attention spans, which are declining rapidly, actual comprehension.

As in, not only understanding the words written, but understanding the context, subtext, intertext, and metatext of what you are reading. And knowing where to check if you don’t understand what you just read.

There is so much to reading, and it’s a skill humans really shouldn’t neglect, especially in the young.

Read bedtime stories to the children. And yourself.

Your inner child needs attention as well.

#reading

Ignorance is no excuse

What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?

There used to be a certain patience towards ignorance. A kind of leniency towards stupidity. “Well, they don’t know better,” used to be a valid caveat.

Now, no more.

What has become terribly evident is that humans need to be wise to survive.

The stark reality is:

Stupidity and ignorance are equal to viciousness and malice, given their outcome. Abject ignorance is a serious health hazard, and idiocy is a danger to us all.

Added to that:

Intelligence is not enough, either. Empathy paired with intelligence is what is needed to keep the species alive and thriving.

You’re smart, fine. But are you wise?

Can you heal a broken heart? Can you nourish a soul? Have you grown within?  Are you aware of yourself and others? Are you capable of generosity? Do you listen to understand? Have you matured enough to comprehend love?

The hard truth is:

Wisdom is not a perk of life. It is a requirement to survive and thrive.

#foodforthought

1.01

I am growing my garden

Tomatoes, potatoes
Carrots and peas
Pumpkins and squash
An orange tree

Lemons and roses
Flowers for bees
And apples in the orchard

I am growing my garden 

Tending and touching
Digging and cutting
Laying out straw
Hoping the slugs don’t eat it all

I am growing my garden

Now the world broke apart
and is ready to fall.

© 2025 threegoodwords

Listen…

This space where
rather than converse
we talk write text
at each other
not to, forget with
one / another

masses of individuals
so many I-s so many Me-s
screaming soundless
endlessly into the void

hoping for a response
but all that bounces back ping-ping-ping
is the echo of our own voices ding-ding-ding
ricochets and rebounds
off of each other

over and over and over and over and over
(why am I so tired?)
and over again
until the onslaught of words
congeals;

that deafening silence.

In the distance
longed for desperately
written about once again
murmurs of actual conversation –

 

©2021 threegoodwords