Layette \ ley-ET \
Part of Speech: Noun
Meaning: an outfit of bedding, clothing, etc., for a new born baby
Origin: Layette entered English in the early 1800’s. It comes from the Middle French word laiete meaning “small box.”
Sentence: Since after she knew about her pregnancy, she had been busy shopping for the coming baby; things like soft toys, layette, etc.
I have signed up for Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day and hence, I find a new word to learn if it is new for me and revise it again if I had heard of it before and understand it. It is an interesting exercise according to me.
The words are never ending: I can not think of a person who knows and understands them all. We as writers must strive to improve our vocabulary. Because these words come handy when we are writing. Sometimes we are not able to think of a word which could suit an emotion in our poem, but there is a word out there waiting to be explored.
Not only writers, but everyone must make efforts to increase their vocabulary on a regular basis. I was once determined to do it but it ended very soon. Hence, I am back to it.
So, what am I going to do? I will discuss the most interesting words that I learn (or revise) so that we could enrich our vocabulary together.
How do you find it? I guess the idea is good. So, let us start.
The word that I am discussing now is:-
1. Lyceum \lahy-SEE-uhm\
Part of Speech: Noun
Meanings:
a. an institution for popular education providing discussions, lectures, concerts, etc.
b. a building for such activities.
c. (initial capital letter) the gymnasium where Aristotle taught, in ancient Athens.
d. a lycée.
I looked up for lycée on google and it means a secondary school, generally grades 9 to 12.
Sentences:
a. No wonder I was desirous of knowing, long before the opportunity was afforded me, how far these valuable purposes were accomplished by the frequenters of Mrs. Carter’s lyceum.
— Charles Brockden Brown, Alcuin, 1798
b. I don’t recall the surname. We’d just been to the Lyceum to see Sarah Bernhardt onstage.
— Johanna Moran, The Wives of Henry Oades, 2010
Now my tries at framing a sentence,
After having attended an educational discussion at the lyceum, he did not gain anything miraculous that would change his entire life , as was mentioned in the program pamphlet.
Now its your turn. Do frame your sentences and share them down in the comments section.
silent noise around
a lonely stroll down the street
finding my way back
~
looking at the sky
warm sun caressing the cheeks
lips begin to hum
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 234. I know these haiku do not particularly match today’s theme. But it resonates with what nearing autumn means to me. The end of summer for me is the time when I can go for a stroll around in the city; being solitary even when I am am surrounded by a crowd. Autumn here is quite different; the trees do not shed leaves this time of the year. It is not so beautiful but it is beautiful, for it also marks the arrival of the major festivities. I now remember the autumn of the last year- it was peaceful, and it was a respite from the difficult time. I smiled, I talked to people- there was an unflinching voice within me reminding me of what I have been through and cautioning of what would happen in the future, but still I found some really good moments. Today at this stage I long for them, like when I was at that stage, I longed for a further gone away past. I have never been able to understand my longings for something which has gone or for something which resides in my fantasies. But it is so and I live with it everyday.
Getting an all of a sudden urge to write, I’m here trying to write. I was just reading a book “Eat Pray Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert and I got restless since the pace of the book is quite slow and I’m very impatient and I always want to discover more and more in the least bit of time. And that gets me to what I would be writing about today- Patience, a quality I haven’t embraced in my life so far but I can write about it for my benefit as well as that of some one reading this post.
Ok,
Patience- I think Patience means
“controlling the wild spirit that bestows in you and tries to make the things rushed up, it would be an art of controlling your wild self”.
That is what I mean when I say the word patience. You might be having your own version of the meaning or you might have got stuck with the dictionary meaning of patience, which by the way I never do care to learn word to word. 
So, patience- why do we require it to be a part of our lives? Why do we want to restrict the wild being of our being which wants the things to be rushed up? Well, I like things when they change constantly, when they are rushed up. Don’t you? But still I want patience in me and many others also do want it to be a regular part of their selves. Why? Well, the simple answer might be that the patience reduces the burden of things. When you’re rushing up your life, things might get tangled in the phases of time or they might get a little destructive which makes me ask- can patience subdue this rushing up effects in our lives?- the answer of which I don’t know as per now.
Sloooooow
Still, what I think I know is that the patience is good… yes, it is good for being patient makes you see life with a different and slow perspective. This life is worth living, that book is worth reading- hence, patience would bring forth a new mindset that would let you enjoy the life bit by bit and let me enjoy the book bit by bit. Isn’t it so?
Patience can behold the destructiveness stormy attitude you form while being rushed up. Well, I would be opposing my aforesaid statement but I think rushing up won’t bring about the so-called destructiveness stormy attitude I have myself quoted(crazy, isn’t it?) necessarily and patience can’t necessarily subdue this so-called destructiveness stormy attitude. (Ha! I’m tired of writing this big phrase) But patience can help you being patient which is an achievement of inner most rest that you can give to your enraging inner-self, well, agree or not, but there is a side of you which is always enraging- flaring up to make things go faster at one point or the other.
You can call yourself completely patient, but I know there comes a time when every one just gets so much enraged(by their enraging inner-self) that they can’t be patient any more which brings me further to my next question- Is patience a way to lead your life?
Well, I don’t think so. Patience isn’t a way of leading your life, it is just a method of easing the pace of your life which is good in itself but can be better if a little amount of patience is embraced in the life.
Hence, I am going to learn some patience, accepting it in my inner-being to subdue its enraging side somehow for any bit of a small moment, to enjoy life, to see life through a new perspective, to reduce the burden, to just let go and feel somewhat eased.
What do you think?
Many people have asked me- What is writing to me?
Well, that’s a very simple question with a very complex answer which is dynamic in nature.
“Writing- writing is writing to me. What else could have been the best answer to this particular question?”
“To write is writing”- would it be the better answer?”
Well, I haven’t put much thought to it but I think I should.
What is writing to me?
Well, writing to me is passion, the passion to mark my words with something I feel deeply attached with. It is the passion that helps me in incorporating my thoughts in some identifiable shape which are otherwise always messed up. Writing is the passion which helps me deal with the situations in daily life. Writing- the passion to achieve the highest limit I can think of achieving to come out as a better person, a better interpreter. Writing is the passion for me to strive, struggle to reach that limit and then, set an even higher limit to achieve.
What is writing to me?
Well, writing to me is knowing, knowing myself in a better way. I can never realize rather I will never realize who I am as an individual if there was an absence of writing in my life. Writing is the way of knowing the hidden thoughts deeply set up in the intricate structures of my mind which I can only know while writing by putting them in appropriate words. Writing is the way for me to know my ambitions, what I want to achieve in life. What I write is real- my writing denotes the real me. Writing, therefore, is a way of knowing everything I want to know. That is the easiest way I can formulate all this much into.
What is writing to me?
Well, writing to me is expressing, expressing myself to me. Well, expressing myself in general is knowing myself. But sometimes it becomes so much difficult to know yourself even through writing, it is the time when you have to express yourself without giving a second-thought to what comes to your mind from within your heart, you just write and write- thereby expressing yourself. It is such a beautiful exercise but deeply addicting- it may be of great significance but may be it would show you the side of yourself that you couldn’t know- the side which had been hiding which all of a sudden sprints out, the resultant thoughts may not be so pleasant.
What is writing to me?
Well, writing to me is reading, reading what I want to read. Now that is surely going to confuse you. But yes, its true. It isn’t complex. Writing to me is reading- when I want to read something, give a vent to my thoughts reading something peculiar to my interests, then there is nothing better to read but my own creations. So, writing is a way of reading and amusing myself by way of reading what I write. Easy?
What is writing to me?
Well, writing to me is compulsion, compulsion to write. It compels to write- writing compels me to write. As I have earlier written that writing has dynamic meanings for me- hence, particularly even though when I don’t want to write- the germ of writing that I am rearing in me compels me to write. Once you keep on writing, it doesn’t always come out to be a leisure activity- sometimes, it becomes compulsory for you to write for no reason in particular at all. I have to write, that means I have to write- that comes out to be a message from the inner-self with no explanation, no reasoning.
What is writing to me?
Well, writing to me is passion, way of knowing and expressing myself, it is reading to me and henceforth, it is a compulsion to me.
Do tell:- What is writing to you? What does it mean to you?
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