#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Charles River, Trestle Bridge
Walking in autumn golden morning light, the woods are wet, but it’s not raining yet. Under a cloud thick ceiling of sky, I’m appreciating the muggy warmth despite the lack of sun. I love my work. I love my time today, spent helping women shape, craft, write and publish their stories, their voices – my whole writing day taken up with the beauty of this process, with Jane, and Megan and Alycia, writing from their authentic selves, writing in the service of inspiring other women, claiming their own wisdom. My chest feels flooded with the golden light of these leaves, there’s a forest of gold in my chest from this work. Outside my window, from a far away storm, the rain pours in sheets, the river rises.
“How, in the midst of loss, can we remember story? By consciously and conscientiously seeking Great Story, inviting its power to pour into our lives. Great Story is like a force field, charging the many incidents of our personal history with meaning and significance. Great Story plays upon our minds like a symphony, activating different tones, themes, feelings, and fancies, illuminating parts of ourselves we didn’t know we had. When we join Great Story we align our lives with evolutionary forces that carry us beyond old agendas into new ways of being.
By Great Story, I mean story that enables us to see patterns of connections, as well as symbols and metaphors to help us contain and understand our existence. I mean story that contains a rich mytho-poetic language whose power propels us beyond the personal-particular focus of the local life toward that realm I call the personal-universal. ”