Monday, November 16, 2015



hello there, friend,

i spent part of the weekend thinking about story and it's role in our lives. i had listened to several moving podcasts and then downloaded a new album... which led me to learning more about the artist and his vision of story telling, which went way back to his childhood and the stories he was read to as a young boy as well as the reading he did on his own.

i was reminded of the wild curiosity children have to hear story, the way they want to hear the same stories over and over again, whether it's a favorite book or a favorite family story. my children still say, "tell me again about..." or i might hear myself saying, "just wait until we are with auntie laura again, let her tell you the story about...". i find myself craving story; the funny, the ordinary, the heartbreaking. it's how we learn about others and learn to recognize ourselves.

there is story telling when we gather with friends and family, when we listen to music, a good sermon will often include a good story, and then there are the stories we tell ourselves... and the urge we have sometimes to rewrite our own story... it's taken some time for me to recognize that sometimes the story in my head is an old one that no longer serves me or perhaps was never true to begin with.

xo,
b