I don’t know how many of you are writers, or want to be writers, or are terrified to write. Regardless, in each of us there is a Storyteller, a part of our souls that turns our finest and worst moments into words, written or spoken. The Storyteller wants an audience because she knows sharing her stories is validating, that it makes us real to ourselves, and that it leaves a legacy.
I attended a funeral last week. Because of the stories that were told about the deceased, I wanted to be a better person. I was inspired. Funerals are a favorite hangout for Storytellers.
My Storyteller is authentic and truthful, and when I am gentle and inviting with her, she speaks in lovely, insightful words that I turn into pages, something tangible I can hold in my hands and give to others.
I cannot coerce or force her. If I try, she gives me the finger and flounces off in her dress-up skirts of vivid turquoise netting and won’t come back until I have apologized, and calmed myself, and once again welcomed her soft voice and her tales of my life.
Sometimes I don’t like the stories she tells, but flattery is not one of her objectives.
The Storyteller interfaces with an enormous collection of memories. Everything filters through her.
Each of us has stories. Each of us has a Storyteller, a part of our soul that wants to record our lives and leave a legacy, to not be forgotten as days pass into the future.
Let the Storyteller have her fun. Let her find her truth and in an authentic and beautiful way, tell it—about you! Because you are important, your story is important.
Whatever you do, don’t censor her.
Become a scribe, listen to her voice and record her words.
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