Someone asked me a while ago if I ever get tired of telling stories, to which I replied, “Do you ever get tired of breathing?”
We both laughed. Humor is underrated you know. We need to lighten up.
Telling stories is about connection. We have aha moments confirming our own journeys. We don’t feel alone. We are struck by divine lessons and raised to awareness of all sorts of yumminess. Sharing a story is humanness. It is how we learn and teach. It’s how we expand and shift consciousness.
We all have them… stories. We all know them. But when we read, or hear a story, a part of us opens up to endless possibilities. That’s story telling at its best. That’s why we read novels and watch movies.
I hope and pray you never ever stop telling your stories. I hope they continue to change others and inspire growth. I love those stories that are tended and polished from the core of spirit. They are freaking yummilicious! I love the stories that are also not told but carried like scars on you as proof of your badassery. Those stories taste and smell and look like magic to me. All of them. And of course there will always be some stories that are lovelier than others. We receive them from our point of reference. We relish them when they mirror our own journey.
So no! I don’t get tired of sharing stories. I love humanity and how it shows up in the most vulnerable of moments. Those are my favorites… when the person doesn’t know that they are creating magic for others to witness. The majority of people are truly wanting love, to be loved, to share love and live through love.
It’s really that simple. Two things interest me: love and connections. If I can bring them for others together, I am in heaven. If I can sit and share space with you so you can show me your soul, darlings, I am made for that!
I love you,