Storytelling
Fingers pitter pattering on keyboard. This is the beginning. This is the end. This is the liminal space in between. This is a promise fulfilled.
As humans we are innate storytellers. It is almost encoded in our ancestral dna. We came here many moons ago and began sitting around the fire, sharing and collecting wisdom in community.
What a blessing. What a curse. The stories we tell.
Do they empower? Do they set us free? Or do they shackle us and keep us stuck? Do they lie to us? Or do they tell us the truth?
I once read a book called how to think like a buddhist. The core concepts were to filter your thoughts through the questions of: Is it kind? Is it true? Is it helpful?
At the end of my yoga classes I state the mantra “may all beings be happy, peaceful, and free and may our thoughts words and actions contribute to this peacefulness happiness and freedom of suffering.”
The four agreements state “Be impeccable with your word. Always do your best. Don’t take anything personally. Don’t make assumptions.”
I recently read a book called the Shamans Path to Freedom. What comes to mind in this moment is the teaching that we are all living our own dream, constructed by our own stories that we choose to focus on and creating our own reality.
