Words of Wonder

I am dancing all over the kitchen and singing in the shower. I am trying to throw pixie dust on a New Year. After the last two pandemic-centered years, I am creating a picture of a better year. The creative joy of dancing, singing, and even creating a few crazy words or songs lifts us up. Let’s embrace the joy to be found in a new year.

Do you have a word that just makes you silly-happy? How about enjubiphoric? It is not a well-known because I just created it, and I guess you can guess what words I used to invent it. Enjoy. Jubilant. Euphoric. If your put those feelings into one word, I think it bursts with happiness. I want that for the coming year. Indeed, this is how words and the languages that come of words have been created for thousands of years.

According to the latest report of the Ethnologue, a resource that counts languages, there are currently 7,139 human languages on our planet. We are gifted at creating words. Here is the journey of one such word that millions of people love. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

In 1931 Helen Herman created a silly word that has brought cheer to thousands in audiences throughout the world. She created a word of “all words in the category of something wonderful.”  In an editorial for The Syracuse Daily Orange, Helen shared her word – supercaliflawjalisticeexpialidoshus.”

This silly word comes to us from a story we have come to love. Mary Poppins was a series of children’s books published in 1934 by an Australian author, P.L. Travers. While Travers real life family inspired the story of the Banks family in Mary Poppins, in truth, the story is a reframing of her difficult childhood. When she was quite young Traver’s actual mother attempted suicide, and her father died after a seizure, but in a New Yorker article (2005) Travers stated she “always believed the underlying cause was sustained, heavy drinking.”

After her father’s death, Travers grew close to her great-aunt Helene Morehead or Aunt Sass. In the semi-autobiographical book, Aunt Sass, Travers described her aunt as a one-of-a-kind character who was rigid and firm but oh so fun. She could create words, songs, and adventures that would captivate any child. Probably any adult. Years later when she had the idea to write her series of books, Travers found herself inspired by her aunt who became her nanny. In Aunt Sass she wrote,

“We write more than we know we are writing. We do not guess at the roots that made our fruit,” she writes. “I suddenly realised that there is a book through which Aunt Sass, stern and tender, secret and proud, anonymous and loving, stalks with her silent feet. You will find her occasionally in the pages of Mary Poppins.”

It was no wonder that Walt Disney fought for years to bring this story of Aunt Sass to the screen and when he finally did, he gave us an iconic story of a magical nanny who could create words or rhymes, pull hat racks from her bag, carry you on magical adventures, or create words like “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious.”

Although the real-life Mary Poppins, Aunt Sass, created many nonsense words, she did not invent this one. The songwriters for the film, Richard and Robert Sherman, who wrote the song lyrics probably created or recreated this fun-filled word. Although no one can prove this, one of the brothers probably stumbled upon Helen Herman’s fantastical version of the word penned in 1931 and tweaked it to fit their catchy song. Voila! Millions of people have been crooning “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” since Julie Andrews first appeared on the screen singing it in 1964. I am humming it as I write!

Last fall when my young friend, Mason Berchman, was signed to star as Jane in Mary Poppins, at the local Hale Theater, I signed on to go with friends. After two years of hibernation, I felt like a COVID hermit. Since I had my shots and my booster, I wanted to weave my way back into my community, and this small theater was a good excuse. Before I had a ticket, I was already infected with that delightful ditty. “If you say it slow enough, you’ll always sound precious!”

Indeed, Mary Poppins was the perfect segue way into somewhat-normal-again. Mason could not have charmed an audience more by creating such a charming character who carried us into the story and her passion for it. Amid the actors dancing and singing I was carried into the moment and into the magic of living that can be lost amid a pandemic.

Some words hold us. Mesmerize us. Lead us to magical stories such as Mary Poppins. For this I am grateful, and I am prepared to carry that magic forward into this beautiful day and into the coming New Year. May we all find magical words and experiences to sustain and grow us in 2022. Happy New Year!

Scatter Words of Joy

As a child, my favorite Christmas song was “Joy to the World.”  My mother once told me she used to marvel at how I would belt out the words to that song like I was a Broadway star as I sat on the seventh row of the Southport Methodist Church. I loved the song, but more than that I liked the word “joy.” I figured you had to work to be happy, but it seemed you could choose joy.

By now this word has woven itself into the tapestry of me. When I was ten or eleven, I didn’t like my name. Instead of Sandi, or Sandra when mom was mad, I wanted a name like Annette of Disney fame, but then I learned the name of the girl with braces in my Scout troop. Leading up to Christmas that year, this girl who was new to our troop had been my secret Santa. On our “reveal day,” I met her, and she gave me a journal and signed the card “Joy.” At that moment it dawned on me that the word joy could be a name. I wanted it.

A week later I asked my mom to file a petition to change my name. “It would be a great Christmas present,” I suggested, doodling the word in my new journal like each letter was a jewel. My mom, sporting her hip corduroy pedal pushers and sneakers, was whipping up one of seventeen coffee cakes she baked and topped with walnuts for neighbors and church friends each holiday. “I like the name, Joy,” I added trying to catch her eye before she continued mixing the cake flour into the mixer bowl.

“Joy is a nice name, but you cannot change your name,” my mother said after pausing her Sunbeam mixer. “Your dad and I gave you the name Sandra because it is a special word. It means special things. Strength. Courage. Goodness. Kindness. Helper of others.” She wiped her bangs from her sweaty brow. “We wanted that for you,” she added definitively. In a peace offering she clicked the beaters out of the mixer and handed me one to lick, ending the conversation.

After that I started singing “Joy to the World” with complete abandon and probably off-key at church. Perhaps this was a child’s protest over the name debacle. Perhaps I genuinely felt the spirit of Christmas and this lovely word. But by now I understand that my mother knew best. While Joy did not become my name, Mom championed my connection to the word by buying me a Christmas ornament etched with the word “joy” that year. By now I have a nice collection of “joy” ornaments from her and friends. I also have a nice collection of words that I have learned to champion. In college I liked the word “peace,” when I bore my first child I could not stop celebrating with the word “miracle,” and during the pandemic I have become a fan of “hope.”

By now I have learned there are good reasons to hold on to words that lift us up. Words like love and peace, and of course, joy. According to Andrew Newberg, M.D. and Mark Robert Waldman, words can actually have a profound impact on our brain.

In their book, Words Can Change Your Brain,” the authors write, “Certain positive words – like “peace” or “love” –may actually have the power to alter the expression of genes throughout the brain and body, turning them on and off in ways that lower the amount of physical and emotional stress we normailly experience throughout the day.”

How does this work? If you repeatedly think about the word “peace,” you will begin to experience a sense of peacefulness. As your thalamus receives this message of peace, it accepts it and passes it on to the rest of the brain. Then pleasure chemicals such as dopamine are released, and the brain is able to help your body relax and feel peaceful. At the same time anxiety and stress dissipate. Newberg and Waldmans’ brain scan research shows us that focusing on positive words can be stronger medicine than most drugs.

The music box from my mom.

Today as I finished decorating my Christmas tree, I rummaged through my storage closet until my eyes landed on the Christmas stash. There was the velvet red tree skirt I needed. As I tugged it from the shelf, I knocked down a small box with it. It was a gift box that looked like it had been opened and lost in the fray with this pile of decorations. When I reopened it, it took me by surprise. My mother gave me this music box when I visited with her on Christmas day, two months before she died. Finding it felt magical to me. I was being called to remember. Now I wound it up and listened as the tiny white angel danced to the twinkling sounds of “Joy to the World.” I was filled with the wonder of the season. I send wishes that you discover many of these moments, too.