The Stories We Weave

As a necessary part of getting to know ourselves in this day to day dance we call life, learning what we want and what we don't, knowing where we came from and where we are headed, feeling what moves us and what holds us in stillness...

We tell ourselves stories. 

We do it beginning at an early age, and perhaps some of these stories are ones that are told to us.  If you've been around children for any length of time, you know that children are incredibly skilled with their imaginations and the worlds they weave.  

Their imaginary worlds can be very real for them, in that moment... but then the moment will pass once they decide they need a nap, some snuggle time, or a mid-afternoon snack.  Suddenly hunger or fatigue sets in, and the physical once again becomes primary.  The story is put back on the shelf, momentarily, awaiting the next play date much like a toy placed back in its box for the night.

Children however, being fresher to the world, are usually able to let go of their stories and let them wisp to the wind.  Perhaps to come back at some point, or perhaps never again... but rarely to let it stick, and certainly not to cause harm.  

How could it, it's only a story, it's only imaginary, right?  Even invisible friends come and go, though some know or believe these to be guides and spirits (and this is something that as tuned in parents, we should nurture in our children).  The idea of tongue-clucking and eye-rolling at the unseen - which is expressed by our children - is shifting.  If not accepted, I would say it is at least more tolerated.

Now, that is children.  As we grow into adulthood, we are still very much able to tell ourselves stories. 

Harmless, right?  Sure.

So long as we are aware that it is just that.  A harmless story.

Dance with your own stories, sing with them, play and write with them.  If left unexpressed, they may stew and become a bit more solid within you.  Express them - and be sure to do so safely, beautifully, and lovingly - however that may take form.  No one else has had your experiences.  No one else has your filters or your eyes.  There is no one else that believes exactly the way that you do.

Stories become harmful if they become your reality, unfounded, born of anger and mistrust.  If you move from these stories as a base without studying them inside and out, you may trip for a hard fall.  And they become destructive if projected upon another, without shining your light upon them first and seeing them clearly.  

Placing them gently upon a smooth foundation, studying them intently, and taking all necessary action to be sure that your story is aligned with the world you wish to have expressed within and around you will be of great benefit.  It will help to heal and nurture you, your loved ones, the world. 

Now go on... breathe deep. 

Turn the corners of your mouth upward in delight and curiosity. 

Place your hand upon your chest. 

What is your story?  Do tell.

The world is waiting.

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