Why all the W’s?

Why, hello there!

Wow lol, all this excitement about blogging, planning future posts in my head, reading through all the walkthroughs, and once I click “New Post,” I’m at a loss for words!

I wanted to go through how I came about my blog title; I refused to start one until “something great” struck me, and now that it has! It doesn’t really make any sense, but it pleases me ^^ (I’m going to try to refrain from a bad habit where I insert smileys after every sentence…we’ll see how that goes @_@)

I was on my way to work when the words “White Whispers” came into my head and I said to myself, “That’s it! That’s my blog!” But unfortunately, that was taken, with and without the “s” ugh…I then Googled “Words that start with W” and I came across “wistful” and “wishful.” Of course, I had to look at the dictionary definition to “get to the root of it” and I decided I liked “wishful” more, just because it has a hint of hope, whereas “wistful” is a bit more regretful.

I really don’t know how this will work out, because the last time I had a blog, I ended up writing 10+ full paragraphs each post, because I tend to ramble/can’t stop writing once I start. And LOL I actually just found it via Google (because I forgot what it was called exactly) so if you’re bored/interested, here is where you’ll find my old ramblings.

Back to my original plan for this post…Whispering of the Stars comes from this quote I stumbled upon and ended up enjoying.

“They call it ‘the whispering of the stars.’ Listen,” he said, raising a finger for silence. I could still hear the tinkling and craned my neck to see what it was. Zhensky laughed. “No, here. Look.” He formed his mouth into a wide O and exhaled slowly. As he did, I saw the cloud of breath fall in droplets to the ground. That was the sound I heard: our breath falling. “It’s a Yakut expression. It means a period of weather so cold that your breath falls frozen to the ground before it can dissipate. The Yakuts say that you should never tell secrets outside during the whispering of the stars, because the words themselves freeze, and in the spring thaw anyone who walks past that spot will be able to hear them.”

― Jon Fasman, The Geographer’s Library

I’ve read it a few times, and that idea really intrigues me. I also really enjoyed this one, as it combines sounds, literature and music together.

“For many years, I thought a poem was a whisper overheard, not an aria heard.”

-Rita Dove

So as I started my shift at work, I was trying to understand why “whisper” intrigued me so, and how it related to me having a blog. There are often times where I want to release a storm of words, and Twitter was never a good enough outlet, and I often had to struggle trying to fit all my emotions into 140 characters. I decided that this would be a great place to say a lot of things that have been pushed to the back of my mind, into boxes for “Later, maybe, someday?” And while I don’t have much to say in person to many, I have no problem going on and on when it’s through written word!

So to me, a whisper is a secret, a truth, a setting free. A whisper as to what I’ve yet to say. A whisper, because sometimes silence speaks more than words, but a whisper is just enough to help you listen.

What is a whisper to you?

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