Showing posts with label word of the year 2026. Show all posts
Showing posts with label word of the year 2026. Show all posts

Friday, May 1, 2026

2026 Word of the Year: Light: Out of Trauma

 

Light, El Rosario Church, San Salvador, El Salvador. August 2025. Photo credit: Mzuriana.


In Spanish, "to give birth" is expressed by "dar luz" - to give light. So beautiful. 

Recently, I listened to an NPR podcast: Hurricane Katrina Had a Silver-Lining for Some: Post-Traumatic Growth. 

Yeah, yeah, there are all of the cliches, such as "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger," and alas, that unfortunate decision to reference another in the podcast title: "every cloud has a silver lining." (There is truth to these and other cliches, but there is no silver lining for all traumas. "Growth" is quite different from silver linings.)

Thus far, I've experienced three discrete, negative, life-changing events. The first pushed me into deep financial poverty, but I knew - I knew - that this would eventually pass. Furthermore, it was an unavoidable consequence of a responsible decision to exit an untenable situation for me and my very young child. The second event was a heartbreak that felt bottomless in its depths, and which prompted a radical new turn on my life's road.

As profound as these events were, neither was what I would call trauma. And did I experience growth following these two events? Absolutely. With time. And with support of others. 

Note: What I call trauma or not-trauma is only for myself. I do not presume to define trauma for anyone else's lived experiences. Furthermore, trauma is not a comparison game; it's not a perverse competition. 

But the third event - not an event, really, a situation, a process, still ongoing - has been trauma. The nature of this trauma is that I do not have the power to make it stop. I do not have the control to undo the damage already done. I don't even know how widely the harm has been disseminated. 

This post, however, is not about the trauma itself. 

It is how the podcast I listened to hit me in a fresh way that told me I can expel the unhelpful brain loops of trauma and create new pathways - dar luz - toward liberation.

(But I'm ready for my epidural, please!)


Sunday, March 1, 2026

Word of the Year 2026: Light: She Kept the Light on For Me

 

Assortment of Light 1, Maison Bergogne, Narrowsburg, New York. Photo credit: Mzuri
Assortment of Light 1, Maison Bergogne, Narrowsburg, New York. Photo credit: Mzuri

I'm saying "she" kept the light on, but it could be a "he" just as well. I'm saying "for me," but it was "for all." 

I'm a member of a 12-step fellowship. In pre-COVID times, in my annual migrations, one of my first settling-in actions at a new tourist-in-residency was to find my fellowship's local meetings. 

During my tenure in Alamogordo, there was only one meeting.  When I attended it the first time, I found one person there, waiting. 

She came every week. Brought meeting materials. Brought program literature. Unlocked the small conference room. Turned on the light. Straightened the chairs around the table, if needed. 

She turned on that light every week, knowing that she might be the only person there, as this was the reality more often than not.

In the 12-step fellowships, healing balances on a three-legged stool: the physical, the mental/emotional, and the spiritual. 

I had the physical abstinence, and it turned out that she had not yet been able to sustain that. 

But she was light years ahead of me in the other two legs: emotional and spiritual maturity. 

Turning the light on for anyone who might stumble in from the dark, week after week - that is a woman whose inner light shines. 


Sunday, February 1, 2026

2026 Word of the Year: Light

Mobile Alabama - Christmas 2021 - British Park 6b

British Park. Mobile, Alabama. Christmas 2021. Credit: Mzuriana.


Light.

In these dark times, I need light. Maybe you do, too. 

For the joy, the promise, the inspiration that light brings, I revisit the song, This Little Light of Mine. 

My favorite is this by the Soweto Choir: 



New to me this year is from Sister Rosetta Tharpe, in a 1960 performance: 



May I find light in each day.