I’ve always adored that word. It seems like such a cozy name for the place where you live. Home sweet home. A spot where you can snuggle up and stay warm and dry. Shelter. A safe haven. It’s a place to look forward to after a long, hard day. It’s where the heart is. What’s not to love?
But it also has a seemingly unrelated definition. Dwelling on something is never good. You should avoid brooding about things, lest it turns into an obsession. Don’t overthink it. Stop worrying so much. In that context, dwelling becomes dark, ominous, the realm of the mentally unstable.
Upon closer inspection, the weird evolution of this word kind of makes sense. Dwelling on something is like living with it. Perhaps a little too closely. Maybe it’s time to seek out another emotional locale, or at least another roommate. Time to move on.
Well, no sense in dwelling on it. I just find it interesting.
A book about gratitude is a gift that keeps on giving! http://amzn.to/2cCHgUu
The View from a Drawbridge 
Try these words on as new roommates…
http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20170126-the-untranslatable-emotions-you-never-knew-you-had .
I’m hoping for wabi-sabi…finding beauty in phenomena that are aged and imperfect. Happy dwelling and watch out for that mbuki-mvuki urge. 🙂
Oh, those are great! Check it out, everybody! Thanks, Lyn!
Dwelling… let’s not dwell on it…
That’s probably best.
yup