This word lights a spark within on a day in which I am separating myself from things that are weighing me down: social media that has become a place of comparison rather than inspiration, the comfort of my bed after I have gotten enough sleep, ways of thinking that have become normal but are lifeless. This separation feels unsettling because I so quickly lose trust in my ability to navigate the waters of my own life.
It also reminds me of these words from Lousia May Alcott: “I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.” I don’t know exactly how she meant them, but for me they are a reminder of hope within difficulty: I need not despair, for this is exactly how I learn…and I WILL learn.
But there is a third, more personal, connection to this word for me. It reminds me of the day 12 years ago when I called the campus police to escort my ex-boyfriend from my college dorm. His surname, Moore, is here in this word and I will forever be grateful for that day that I unattached from him. Without his presence I was for a time (syn): afloat, drifting, loose, unanchored. But within his presence I would never be free.
And now I am free.