December 18, 2007

Why we tell our story

Will you enjoy with me a poem by Carol Lynn Pearson?

Titled 'Journal', it beautifully captures one of the many reasons we tell our story.

Journal

Put the thought
In words
And the words in ink
In a page in a book
In a very private place
Like under a mattress.

A sacred process
Wonderful as alchemy
Is at work
Even in the dark
While you sleep
Making something better
Than history:

Understanding.


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June 30, 2007

Words to dream by: Anne Morrow Lindbergh

It was quite wrenching for me to cancel plans with a friend this past Friday evening, not only because I wanted to spend time with her, but because I struggle to say no.

But, the fact is, I needed to be by myself.

When I was constantly on the road, I got homesick, and was often physically exhausted, but alone time was plentiful what will all my hours spent in airports, planes, hotels.

Nowadays it isn't.

And so every once in awhile, I cancel plans at the last minute. Which isn't fun or fair to anyone. If only I would write "alone time" on the calendar, and hold that time sacrosanct.

I just don't how to do this yet without being clumsy, awkward.

But I intend to learn.

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Said Anne Morrow Lindbergh, If women were convinced that a day off or an hour of solitude was a reasonable ambition, they would find a way of attaining it. As it is, they feel so unjustified in their demand that they rarely make the attempt. One has only to look at those women who actually have the economic means or the time and energy for solitude yet do not use it, to realize that the problem is not solely economic. It is more a question of inner convictions than of outer pressures, though, of course, the outer pressure are there and make it more difficult...

How inexplicable it seems. Anything else will be accepted as a better excuse. If one sets aside time for a business appointment, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says: I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude...and has to apologize for it.

Lindbergh continues, and this is what I hope you will remember:

When one is alone...[is] among the most important times in one's life. Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. The artist knows [she] must be alone to create; the writer, to work out [her] thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. [And] women need solitude to find again the true essence of themselves: that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships.

Do you have some alone time scheduled today? This week? This month?

Will you use that time to dream? To discover your self?

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June 23, 2007

A song to dream by: Beautiful Flower

When I first heard India.Arie's 'Beautiful Flower', I was moved, and couldn't help but think you might be too; songs give utterance to truths about ourselves that words alone cannot. Ms. Arie's song became even more meaningful when I learned that she'd written it for the students at Oprah Winfrey's Leadership Academy for Girls.

Take a moment to listen.

What truths do you hear?


Beautiful Flower lyrics

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June 02, 2007

A quote to dream by: Robert Atkinson

There is a power in storytelling that can transform our lives.

Traditional stories, myths and fairy tales hold this power. The stories we tell of our own lives carry this transforming power, too. We discover in the process of telling our life stories that we are more sacred beings than we are human beings.

A life story is really the story of the soul of a person. The most powerful life story expresses the struggle of a soul. The most important stories we tell about ourselves are those that express the timeless within us.

Inherent in the process is a risk that comes with telling a truthful story. Yet, a truthful story is the most validating story of all.

Robert Atkinson, The Gift of Stories

May 26, 2007

A poem to dream by: Carol Lynn Pearson

Power
by
Carol Lynn Pearson

When she learned that she
Didn't have to plug into
Someone or something
Like a toaster into a wall

When she learned that she
Was a windmill and had only
To raise her arms
To catch the universal whisper
And turn
turn
turn
She moved.

Oh, she moved
And her dance was a marvel.

What quotes inspire you to be the hero of your story?

April 19, 2007

Mourning Virginia Tech

I thought it was just the weather; we'd had four straight days of rain. But when I read Kat Duffey's poem late that evening, I realized I was also mourning the loss of life in Virginia. When we suffer trauma or loss, in order to heal, we need to share our story, or bear witness, of that loss. My profound thanks to Kat for writing and sharing her poem "the moment". For in doing so, she has given voice to our own stories of loss. And as we mourn together, we too shall be comforted.
what is this part of us that yearns to “mourn with those that mourn?” that aches to touch the pain of so many so far away whom we do not know? it stretches forth from us – a silken thread of connection weaving a cloth of sympathy to help absorb the tears of those who were closer than we. we stand back – we dry our empathy – we draw a sigh of relief… “there but for the grace…” we say – feeling safe. feeling spared. for the moment.

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