lenten journal

lenten journal: first language

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

16 Mar 2021 — 1 min read

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Sorry for my absence. I have been reading The Art of Noticinng: 131 Ways to Spark Creativity, Find Inspiration, and Discover the Joy in the Everyday by Rob Walker. in a chapter called Discover the Big Within the Small” was this quote:

“Every household has a first language, a kind of language of the house.”--Alex Kalman

first language

I was almost twelve years old before I met someone who had lived in the same house his whole life my family spoke the language of motion, of doing, of next things and though I have picked up a few phrases of how to stay unsettled is my vernacular forty-five houses in sixty-four years

what I learned of home happened around the dinner table I was almost twelve years old when I realized not everyone ate breakfast and dinner together the addresses changed but not our daily breaking of bread no matter where we lived I felt at home at the table

to be human is to be a polyglot life demands multilinguality (we even make up words) we stumble through sentences whole paragraphs of existence to do what we have to do love is learning new languages and saying what we know best in ways others can hear

Peace, Milton

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