It is this strange thing really: letters falling onto blank pages, making words, to make meaning, to communicate this human experience.
Do we find ourselves in the sentences? Or in the pause between sentences?
Do we discover each other there too, not just the outsides of each other, but the inner workings and the tickings of another mind?
This for one: the stories we choose to shape, and the stories we choose to share. I think they have a potential beyond the sum of their parts. More than words alone, more than mere sentences, what we can find there is the connective tissue of our humanity; the things that bind us and the things which make our hearts yield to the possibilities in each other. When you share yours, it gives me permission to share mine.
Then there are the daily evocations of our moving through the world. Story is where my ordinary —the making of the coffee, the folding of the sheets, the mending of a torn friendship, the sowing of some seeds — meets your ordinary, but also our extraordinary— that glimmer in an eye, that constellation of experience which makes you who you are. It is where our common humanity rubs shoulders; where I can find out what it is like for you to laugh, or cry, or have your heart broken. But then it is also a way to realise that in your broken is also my open, in your speaking of forgiving is my way to understand forgiveness, and in the telling of your grief, I can take some steps on my own path of healing. Of course, you might also tell a story of a love so great it nearly blows us both apart, then plants us back in hope. I think, ultimately that is the power of stories: when we really let them into the marrow of us, they are redemptive and alchemical, changing the very mould of our beings. We are like rubber bands that way, once expanded there is no going back to our original shape.
So, yes, I write to make sense of things, but I read and listen so as to step outside my own world for a while, and expand my boundaries of understanding. It helps me realise there is always another way of seeing things, and that each story is a pathway deeper into the well of our being here together on this little blue dot called earth, and then a bridge to another life, or another land. Perhaps story is just our fastest way of travelling from here to there.
Well, there is always the beyond. I write as a way of staying in connection to a creative capacity which seems to live just outside the known of me. It is a way to keep that river of undiscovered self in flow and force. Sometimes it feels magical. Sometimes it feels alive. Those sometimes keep me going too.
We all write for our own reasons. The writing itself reveals them to us. That is the beauty of the creative process. It is not the end result which is the gold, it is the engagement in the process itself. It is generative, it is affirmative and it is one of the greatest gifts we can give to ourselves: the gift of honouring our own intrinsic creativity which in turn gives life to who we are to become.
What if the world was fuelled by blank pages, words and the curiosity to see where our story wants to takes us next? And what if we realised our creativity was that very fuel.
I think we’d sense it is time to stoke some fires, gather around, write some tales, then listen.
I’m in. Are you?
Write to Your Truth Starts March 2nd.
I’ve made you a video to tell you more.
If you’d like some support and accompaniment to explore your own stories Write to Your Truth starts again in a few days time, on Saturday March 2nd. It is about uncovering the depth of our stories, and weaving them together while learning the craft of writing and storytelling. We meet for live writing sessions, I share creative tools and practices, and through this process of discovery we find our way through the stories which are shaping us and the ones which will help us to navigate our way forward.
If you have story which you want to learn how to tell, if you have this urge to write but don’t know where to begin, if you feel you want to develop a regular writing practice, then this is for you.
And you can register online over here
If you have any questions, please get in touch.
Onwards, with love,