delicious words

put them on your tongue. feel them. taste them. suck them.

savor them. share them!


To feel "scabulous" (*) means to be "proud of a scar on your body, which is an autograph signed to you by a world grateful for your continued willingness to play with her, even when you don’t feel like it."

She is proud of her broken clavicle, her broken nasal bone and her broken heart. She's been playing with the world unapologetically and she still does. She loves her scars. 

Do you love yours, too?

(*) John Koenig fills the emotional gaps of language. He is the König of the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and the inventor of "scabulous". 


kuchisabishii is Japanese and means "lonely mouth". 

Have you ever been eating - not because you're hungry but because your mouth was lonely? 

She has. 

But once she discovered how to still the hunger of her soul, kuchisabishii was a thing of the past. 


If there is something like a perfect lifestyle for a hummingbird, it's a peripatetic one. 

Every time she arrives in a new city, she's looking for a Café that qualifies as her office for the next week or so. 

You may find her working at airports, in trains or in Airbnbs. 

That's where she feels at home. 

Because that's what we all do once we have found our true nature and the courage to live according to it. 

Don't we?


"Why isn't there a German word for 'writer'?", she complained.

"Waittumminit", hummingbird S. answered. "I’m always going on about the wunderbar plasticity of the German language, where any word can be cooked up spur of the moment like a mad scientist exhorting life out of a random mix of chemicals in a beaker, and you’re waxing mad jelly of English cause there’s a word for writers? Well, different penstrokes for different Volks, clearly."

“I'm a writer. I don't cook and I don't clean", Dorothy West once said. 

You need a strong word for such a claim. 

And a strong woman. 


She doesn't like anything halfhearted or lukewarm. 

She aspires to be all in but unattached.

Fervor sounds similar to fever, doesn't it?

Living feverishly. With fervor. Intensely and passionately. In love with live, with all its joys and sorrows and all the beauty that lies in the shades between.

Are fervor and rigor connected somehow?

And if so, how? 

Tell her, if you know anything about that. 


In 2019 she went on a pilgrimage. She walked through rain and mud, deserted forests, dense undergrowth and ferns for days. She passed monasteries and tiny villages. She met wild boars, stray dogs and black scorpions. 

Sometimes she met people, too.

Mostly when she needed them.

Whenever she arrived at a creek that had burst it banks and she didn't know how to cross it. 

Whenever she felt so lonely that her ribcage was too tight for letting her cry. 


Sometimes she didn't meet anyone when she would have needed someone.

Then she met herself.

Her demons.

Her shadows.

And eventually the light within.

Serendipity is known as the occurrence of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

Sometimes the absence of serendipity might be more beneficial than its occurrence.

But only sometimes.

What do you think?


There is the flavor of "journey" in the word "sojourn". There is the vibration of transience and transition. 

There is an art in feeling at home in the Here and Now while also having in mind that wherever we are - it's just a temporary place to be. 

Wherever we settle, it's only a sojourn. No matter how strong the walls of the houses we build are, one day we'll have to leave them. 

Was it that what Pema Chodron meant when sie wrote “To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest”?


Someone who feels an increased sense of bravery over texting, as opposed to in person. A textrovert might only say what they really feel over text messages.

Are you a textrovert?

She is.


Acquiring reading materials but letting them pile up in one's home without reading them.

Her piles are huge.



"The word ‘delicious’ is just that - watery, sloshing, high to low to high, a wave", hummingbird H. once wrote to her.

She was delighted.

Are you, too?


"A person with an insatiable appetite for crossword puzzles", the urban dictionary says.

But no. No!

She thinks otherwise.

A wordaholic is a person with an insatiable appetite for delicious words.

She is an incurable one. Are you, too?


"I like inexplicable phenomena", A. once wrote to her. 

A. is a certified nerd. A scientist to his bones.

"Good scientific thinking also includes the recognition of the boundaries of science", he said. "If something cannot be described in scientific terms it does not necessarily mean that it doesn't exist."

She thinks, love is biology and chemistry and psychology and a lot of other things. Plus, it's an inexplicable phenomenon.

What is love to you?


Thank you, Portuguese, for saudade.

She thinks, saudade is more sweet than bitter. It is a deep longing, nostalgic and melancholic, for someone or something you will never have or have again.

Saudade shows you how much you care. How deeply you love.

Saudade looks back.

Do you look back sometimes and feel the sweetness of a longing that will never be satisfied?


She was never sure if she should write "maybe" or "perhaps".

Then she found "mayhaps" and  thought it was a portmanteau of "maybe" and "perhaps". 

But it isn't.

Mayhap is a term from 16th century synonym to perhaps or perchance and, according to the urban dictionary, a derivative of the phrase "may happen".

Mayhaps you want to write her an Email and tell her about your favorite words?


The softness of the "m", the rising hill of "e" and "a", the peaceful valley of "dow". 

When she thinks "meadow", elves and fairies appear, white unicorns and hobbits.

There's peace in this word. But peace is not always, what is on her mind.