"If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive" Barry Lopez
I'm finding...the things I lived.....those things I experienced had purpose. When I buried them, pretended they never happened....they held me a prisoner. Now that I choose to use them......to help someone else find hope, I feel happy.....peaceful....free. I sort of feel like a relay runner passing the torch......as if I'm part of some bigger picture. Gratitude. You bet. For things like....
-the women in the group I spoke to....for them sharing their life stories with me......for their tears....and their grasping onto hope.....and believing they too can make it.
-the writer.....a stranger who is becoming a friend.....for her reading parts of my new book.....and telling me she's loving it. I always think I can't write well...that what I'm saying isn't good enough and to have her say she's loving it and wants to read more...makes my heart fly.
-Spoke at Toastmasters. Shared about other people who happened into my life. Someone's feedback You kept me riveted. You're an amazing storyteller. Yeahhhh.
-Books...and reading...and words....I've been reading Mitch Albon's For One More Day. It's a small book with a huge message....it reminds me that people do the best they can with what they've been given.....Makes me want to walk more gently.
-Mostly for Him rewritting my story....changing its direction and letting it move towards a happier end.