Ways to tell a story

There are many ways to tell a story. I could say that there is this man in my life with some significant personal challenges. When he returns in a couple of weeks he will be helping me trade in my stick shift for the same car but one that is automatic. The cost to me will be very little beyond what new parts it needs. He is such a blessing.

The other version paints him as someone who is currently in jail for domestic violence, which I believe is unjust. (Hear your reaction!) When he returns in a couple of weeks he will be helping me trade in my stick shift for the same car but one that is automatic. The cost to me will be very little beyond what new parts it needs. He is such a blessing.

We need to accept what and who presents – and let go of the story. I am learning.

I could paint a young woman in my life as a bunch of unmet needs, desperation and poor decisions who miraculously has done okay for herself. Or I could say that even though as a child her needs were not met she has heroically created a wonderful life for herself and is an inspiration and a hand up for many.

All the above is true. But I want to think of the stories and the people in the way that will help people understand their wonderfulness and help them appreciate their own worth.

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Fluidity

I am simply a conveyor. Everything passes through me. Water, air, people, experiences, places, time, stuff – everything passes. Life passes through me.

The world recycles through me. I am made of dinosaur piss and Cleopatra’s tears.

My atoms are those of the universe. Stardust surrounds and composes me. The atoms are eternal and have always been. The molecules are newly formed and reforming.

Life is a fluid process and the less impeded the flow the healthier of mind, body and soul.

Waves of experience pass through me. Some rush by with little to no notice and crash against the walls of my cells. Others are slow creeping the length of my life and dissipate with a hushed sound, leaving me reaching for the memory.

Love is a slow wave. Arching high from afar. Coming rapidly over great distances. Swallowing many smaller waves in its gaping trough.  As it washes over the beach of my being my molecules may dissolve and join the seas eternity. This is the ultimate ride of my moment.

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