‘Do not neglect your gift.’
– 1 Timothy 4:14
‘Do not neglect your gift.’
– 1 Timothy 4:14

Apparently, some people don’t like the word moist. I think damp is a worse word with more negative connotations, conjuring images of ruined blackened walls, fungus, mould and spores that lead to ill health, suffering and eventual death.
I don’t know why some people don’t like the word moist. Maybe they connect it to the word sweaty, or areas of the body that may be overheated, but even in that case, moist is better than drenched or wet or sweaty, smelly, sticky or stinky. I don’t particularly like the word sweaty but I think all words are good. They all describe. Sweaty is descriptive, it’s powerful, it’s evocative but why would it be preferable to moist? Sweaty cake or moist cake? Sweaty soil or moist soil? There’s no competition. Moist is not too wet, it’s not too dry, it’s the goldilocks of H20.
I’m at a loss to understand what is so bad about the word moist. It even sounds good phonetically. A soft velvety sound, relativelty easy to spell, looks good, sounds good.
In the seventies and eighties, when I was growing up, the word moist didn’t seem to be a problem. I discovered that a lot of women shudder at the word moist. I don’t understand why that is. There are many other words that would make you shudder. What I learned lately is the amount of men who don’t like it either. If people can’t bring themselves to like the word, perhaps they could appreciate the positive connotations of it in some circumstances. Moistness can be a help and not a hindrance and in this world where things are either too wet or too dry, it can be a boon to life.
When I think of moist, I think of moist soil. A plant with moist soil is a plant that has watered soil which will make a very happy plant that will thrive and grow. Also, when I think of the word moist, I think of moist cake. There’s nothing more delicious than a moist cake. There’s nothing worse than a dry cake that should be moist, yet no-one falls over into a dead faint at the word dry. Dry cake, skin, or soil, does not have so much of a future as moist cake, skin or soil. So as far as I’m concerned, moist is a great word.
‘Something is fishy on Mercury, all right. Everyone’s whistling a different tuna, and they’re all red herrings.’
Fill up the empty
Or nature will lay waste
It abhors a vacuum
It abhors a space
Fill it with good things
That make you smile
To give you joy
And peace for a while
‘You really never can tell about people until you talk to them.’
Every week
A group of us meet up
For simple and honest friendship
Between a coffee cup
We talk about everything
We laugh, we smile
And sometimes we drink coffee
Once in a while
For two hours a week
We’re in our happy hub
Knights at a round table
Our little coffee club
‘You kiss a lot of frogs as a science fiction fan.’
‘The best way to preserve this mood is not to think more than a couple of days ahead.’
From Heaven Lake – Travels through Sinkiang and Tibet – Vikram Seth
If I am beside myself
Then I am two
I don’t know why it is
I don’t know who
Who is beside me
And why are they sad
Who is this person
They are quite mad
Get behind me Satan
I don’t want you near
No tortured soul
Can loiter here
If I am beside myself
I want it all good
The person will be kind
And does what it should
Who is this being
Please go away
Unless you can hug me
I don’t want you to stay
Unless you can comfort
Unless you can smile
I need you to go
And run for a while
If I’m beside myself
I need them to love
No war is allowed here
Just the peace of a dove
So if you are twin
And you won’t go away
I have to accept
All of yesterday
I’ll make amends
Who is this that dares
You won’t go away
So I need you to care
I need you to merge
You can’t be beside me
You’re freaking me out
I need you to leave me
I won’t be beside myself
There’s no room anymore
There’s only space
For one on this floor
Time to melt into one
I got you sussed
This town ain’t big enough
For the both of us.
I couldn’t beat you in anything
You were always miles ahead
And whenever you lied
They believed what you said
When I tried to help in the kitchen
You kept me lame
You shooed me away
It was your domain
Everyone loved you
Without exception
You had the charm of the devil
From the inception
I bigged you up
You kept me down
You were the class
I was the clown
I wanted to please you
Didn’t need anything more
Requited love
Is what I always hoped for
When you were hurting
All I did was cry
When it was the other way round
Your eyes were dry
You never wept for me
In all of your years
I beat you in something
I beat you in tears.