While munching Cheerios, I simultaneously read the nutrition facts. The ads on my bus are familiar to me & I notice if one of them is new. I've been known to peruse the phone book when nothing else was around.
If there are words around, they will be eaten.
I love the words no matter what they say. It's just relaxing for my eyes to be processing these symbols.
Today, though, as I was writing something and misspelled it, I was struck by the reminder that even my literacy is a gift. I take it for granted so quickly - that these symbols mean something at all. But not everyone has that privilege. And it makes me want to steward this gift even more intentionally.