lexical

As many of you know, I love words. Derivatives, prefixes, meanings, origins and spelling are interesting, but I mostly find words when I am reading. Another thing I love to do! And after those smoky, hazy, hot days lends oneself to absorbing time in a book or being lackadaisical, I am now thankful for cloudy but blue skies!

I am a typical, logical person who isn’t much of a radical, unless I find a subject that can make me cynical. Then I can get finical.

What I have discovered, is that there is no suffix “-cal”. There are some words that end with -ic and others with -ical which basically means the same thing. Apparently this formation came about in the late Latin composition of adjectives. “Al” is really the suffix which means relate to, process of or an action.

And action I did take when a few relatives requested that we visit the Vincent Van Gough art exhibit. As one walks into the irenic building, there are quotes, frames and paintings along a patterned walk. In each room, the doorway leads one on to a new experience. The paintings move in sync throughout the room and depict Vincent’s life and show the autobiographical nature of his work. The experience was magical, mystical and truncal. As we walked through the moving colors that started at the nodical and domical space, it was very truncal! As I stood in front of his “Starry Night”, I was monomanical and mezmorzied. Even a stoical person would find elation as they stood in the every-changing landscape of the walls and floors and be moved by the musical compositions that matched the paintings. It reminds me of being in nature and a few biblical passages from Psalm 104

Praise the Lord, my soul.

Lord my God, you are very great;
    you are clothed with splendor and majesty.

 The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment;
    he stretches out the heavens like a tent
    and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds his chariot
    and rides on the wings of the wind.
 He makes winds his messengers,
    flames of fire his servants.

 He set the earth on its foundations;
    it can never be moved.
 You covered it with the watery depths as with a garment;
    the waters stood above the mountains.
 But at your rebuke the waters fled,
    at the sound of your thunder they took to flight;
 they flowed over the mountains,
    they went down into the valleys,
    to the place you assigned for them.
 You set a boundary they cannot cross;
    never again will they cover the earth.

As I sit on my deck in the late evening hours and gaze at the sky on the days when I can see the stars or when I see a spectacular sunset or view the majestic mountains, I marvel at God’s painbrush and art work. I know that his wonders can be seen every day and each stroke of His hand gives the birds their colors, the flowers their blossoms and the landscapes their beauty. How blessed we are to view the earth as God’s canvas. Be sure to get outside and enjoy these glorious days!