Beautiful...
Dec. 10th, 2010 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
haloquinI, at the request of my child-self, took a break from packing. I will momentarily be going to find a cup of tea, or something equally soothing. Surrounded by half full boxes and scattered belongings I read this:
"If you want your stories to find you, you must call them with all the love and longing in your heart. They must know you need them. You must want them more than anything in the world. When you can’t live without them, they will come to you. Call them like a child calling his mother in the middle of the night. Like a lover calling her beloved when he returns from a long journey. Like your lungs calling your breath home." ~ Hira Boga
http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/call-your-stories-home/
Funny how I posted about stories yesterday. Whenever I write about something it starts showing up in my life. I stumble across blogposts on the same topic, so beautifully written they make my heart ache. Part of me then thinks "they've done it so much better than me! I shouldn't have bothered." I hug that part of me, then, gently, firmly, remind it, its ok. I'll get better. And besides, theres something in how I write that strikes chords for other people, the same thing needs to be said in many ways, many places, by many people. Firstly so we can hear ourselves say it. Secondly so others can hear us say it. Thirdly, because everytime we speak, we learn to express ourselves in our way, just that little bit clearer. Our message gets clearer. Our voice stronger.
I wanted to share some beauty, and here I've shared more than I intended. Isn't that just the way of things?
"If you want your stories to find you, you must call them with all the love and longing in your heart. They must know you need them. You must want them more than anything in the world. When you can’t live without them, they will come to you. Call them like a child calling his mother in the middle of the night. Like a lover calling her beloved when he returns from a long journey. Like your lungs calling your breath home." ~ Hira Boga
http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/call-your-stories-home/
Funny how I posted about stories yesterday. Whenever I write about something it starts showing up in my life. I stumble across blogposts on the same topic, so beautifully written they make my heart ache. Part of me then thinks "they've done it so much better than me! I shouldn't have bothered." I hug that part of me, then, gently, firmly, remind it, its ok. I'll get better. And besides, theres something in how I write that strikes chords for other people, the same thing needs to be said in many ways, many places, by many people. Firstly so we can hear ourselves say it. Secondly so others can hear us say it. Thirdly, because everytime we speak, we learn to express ourselves in our way, just that little bit clearer. Our message gets clearer. Our voice stronger.
I wanted to share some beauty, and here I've shared more than I intended. Isn't that just the way of things?
