love affair with uncertainty

Throw no stones my friends, for there shall be no prosecution toward thoses who harbor an obscure fascination for heightened vocabulary. As it would happen, I fall into the catagory of the grammacticaly-fetished few. oooooozing suspense...

I stumbled upon a new word today. [personal disclaimer: I am an amateaur word-enthusiast, and this novice example may discourage you sickspellers] Ensconce is the word, and it means - with good faith in both Ms. Merriam and Mr. Webster - to "settle snuggly."

It is Jack Kerouac to whom I attribute the introduction, only he used it in reference to the sleep stance of one particular feline - "The little pink kitkat is so certain (despite all his fleas crossing the bridge of his nose or wandering over his eyelids)-that everything is alright-that all is well in the world ...."



I prefer to illustrate ensconce as faith, and maybe hope. Good faith, really. When you find it, keep it and have it. Acknowledge it. Appreciate it. Nestle in it, release your insecurities, relax from discomfort and find peace in its apparition of opportunity. Suddenly.... it is all possible.

The ensconce of your own faith -
Settle snuggly in your dreams; In the sweet arms of good faith. These things of your wishes are attainable.