Pet Peeve Platitudes

I started down this particular rabbit hole because I am always looking for new poets and recently found the following post by Nikita Gill on Instagram. I don’t always agree with what she says but that’s one of the things I like about her.  This post started me thinking about the dangers of platitudes in general and speaking without thinking specifically.

(Make sure you click on the arrow in the black box to see both posts in the set.)

Platitude – noun – a remark or statement, especially one with a moral content, that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful.

“he masks his disdain for her with platitudes about how she should believe in herself more”

Definition from Oxford Languages

I think this definition is lacking. It’s not just that platitudes are overused; it’s also that we use platitudes so we don’t have to think or feel. Platitudes allow us to move away from a situation or an emotion, feeling satisfied we have done our part. Yet many times, we have minimized and denied the truth and emotion of the the situation and done more damage than good.

Everything happens for a reason.

I find this platitude particularly offensive. We usually pull it out when something terrible has happened and our friend is trying to deal with all the fallout from a tragedy. With this platitude we don’t have to listen, we don’t have to understand, we just throw this out and justify our stupidity.

Next time you feel the need to use this platitude just stop. STOP. Instead listen, listen to your friend and don’t try to fix, don’t try to answer why; just listen and let your friend tell you how she feels and what she is thinking. Let your friend feel what she is feeling.

Everything happens for a reason.

…only if you include time, chance, stupidity, evil, a messed-up world, chaos, and no reason at all.

I Love Words

I love words. I love the ideas and thoughts that words convey. I love the squishiness of words, the way they wriggle and flex to fill a space in my mind as I am reading or writing. Sometimes they don’t quite fit and I have to rearrange my thoughts to give the words space. The same words can convey a very different meaning to others or others pick up nuances that I never intended or saw in the text. 

Some days all my thoughts are ordinary things and sometimes they are not so ordinary. I am old and will be mulling over who God is and what God means to me. Sometimes I will lament on why I can’t seem to ever keep my dishes washed and my kitchen clean for more than a day. Sometimes an inspiration will take the form of a poem.

What is the significance of the name of my blog?

Connotation (noun) – An idea or feeling that a word invokes in addition to its literal or primary meaning.

Blue (adjective) – of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky or sea on a sunny day.

Definitions from Oxford Languages

The color blue carries a lot of emotion, sometimes joyful, sometimes melancholy. Blue can be the sense of peace and ease evoked from blue sky or the darker emotions of a blue mood. Blue moon, blue sky, blue mood, blue bird, blue jay, deep blue sea, baby blue eyes; all convey a different feeling or emotion yet the same modifier, blue; so Blue Connotations.

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Kingdom Light

I slog through the mud buffeted by the current
Each step a terror of falling.
I cannot breathe. I am overwhelmed.
A friend reaches for my hand and smiles
Echoes of kingdom light in her eyes.
The cold wind blows my thoughts like leaves
A perfect storm of darkness and madness.
I cannot breathe. I am overwhelmed.
Sun streaked clouds red and yellow and gray.
Promises of kingdom light in the sunset.
Groans beyond sound bleed from my body
And fade the world to red and grey.
I cannot breathe. I am overwhelmed.
His Spirit calms and comforts me.
Longing for kingdom light to heal us all.
Thy kingdom come… (Mat 6:10)


Ramona Crawford
2/26/2020

Why

Why is the sky blue?
Or grey, or violet black, or yellow, 
or white slashed with great tongues 
of flames burning the world?

Why is grass green?
Or blue, or brown, or yellow, 
or splashed white with clover 
and the hum of bees 
called to the first great feast of spring?

Why do leaves fall?
Layered in secret on the forest floor
Until only bare fingers scratch the sky.
Or herded in a frenzy
Before the winter wind
To pile in graves at fence rows
And burn as the last sacrifice of summer?
10/01/2019
Ramona Crawford

Thoughts

There are so many things in this world to think about. Ordinary things, important things, things that don’t matter, things that do, world shaking things, sad things, light airy things. I will probably write about them all but mostly I will try to keep it interesting at least to me.