CULTURE
Why I Stopped Saying Good Morning
Re-evaluating my words

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. — Rumi
It was the summer of 2020.
Rage brought millions to the streets, protesting the murder of Mr. George Floyd. This was more than an American Mourning — it was a global affair. From Tunisia to Tokyo, Amsterdam to Ankara we were caught up in a tsunami of emotions.
A few months earlier, I had left my chic, tiny Harlem apartment for a quieter, much less expensive city: Charlotte, North Carolina. Under the backdrop of protests against police brutality, my transition to life in the south began.
During those tumultuous days, I met Desidira, a Miami woman in search of justice. We bonded and exchanged numbers. Through her, I learned the term grand rising. That was her way of saying good morning.
Re-Tuning Vibrations
That the words mourning and morning are homophones lends itself to contradictory sentiments. The former creates feelings of loss and grief, the latter referencing how we start our day.
Sounds carry vibrations. And by default, so do our words. By using the term good morning, I was surrounding my space in a lower frequency, creating a space of heavier weight.
On the flip side, seeing Desidira’s warm message across my cell phone’s screen immediately brought a smile. Three uplifting words holding empowerment and exuberance.
Grand Rising Queen
Deciding to use those same words (replacing the last one depending on with whom I communicated), I replaced my old daily greeting. Re-training my brain after a lifetime of speaking a certain way has been challenging. The key is to remember the station my brain is tuned to — remove external static.
Spreading Positivity
Last month, The Shortform published my article on connecting with others. It centers around the pandemic’s effects on human behavior.
Commenting, Omy (one of my favorite writers), wrote:
Small gestures of kindness can really make a stranger’s day. This tidbit reminded me of the time someone instead of saying “buenos dias” me dijo “buen sol!” I thought that was really sweet now I use it every now and then ☀️
Re-reading that remark got me thinking about how I greet folks in español. Typically, I’d go with feliz día (happy day) or bello día (beautiful day). But Omy’s reflections aroused a new desire to switch it up entirely.
Translated as good sun, the sentiment behind buen sol reminded me of my ancestors. Our Indigenous Taíno people worshipped the sun (among other deities). As a tribute to my heritage and focused on spreading positivity, I came up with bello sol (beautiful sun) as my preferred salutation.
Words have power. I choose ones that smile.
Lola Rosario is a cultural storyteller raising social consciousness through writing. Follow the beginning of her Medium journey (June 2021) where she recounts her childhood dream of becoming a pilot. Check out her travel blog: https://latrekista.com and her freelance translation/content writing site: https://thirdaccent.com
