Several weeks ago, we rescued a beagle. Our new addition, Alice, literally walked into our yard, and our lives, uninvited. However, she made it very clear that she planned on staying. We knew nothing about her, she had no tags, and the only person that we knew that had had any contact with her, was our friend, the dog rescuer, around the corner. Alice had ended up at her kennel, just two days before, with no story of where she came from or who she had lived with.
It was all a mystery, at least for the time being.
What we told our rescuer friend that day, is that even though she did not know Alice’s story, we knew that Alice would tell us her story over time. She would show us and bark to us and let us know where she had come from and what she had been through. And, so she has. Through various behaviors, reactions, temperaments, and her speed of learning, we have discovered a lot of her history, through her eyes, her language, and her perspective.
We all have stories, the stories of our lives. We don’t have to sit down and be autobiographical about it, although that is for some, and with all good wishes to do so. The stories of lives aren’t reserved just for those that take the time to write about those lives for others to read. We all tell our stories, every day, in everything that we say, do, think, and believe.
For me, I tell my story of my life in a variety of ways. I tell my story through time with my family of origin, by their sharing of stories with me, and remembering my roots. I tell my story by the way in which I raise our daughter, and the values that I instill in her. I tell my story through my love, respect, and hope in man and womankind, in knowing that others deserve to be everything that they deserve to be. I tell my story by being open, truthful and sincere about all my aspects of self.
And, I tell my story by finding more out about my own story every day, by looking within, seeking answers, and wanting to live in the light of truth, love, hope, and mutual understanding.
My story is no more important than yours, my co workers, or my child’s story. It is one of the billions in this world. But, it is my story alone, that is made up of me with so many others that I have met along the way, and even if I am not sure of the ending, I am sure enjoying creating every, juicy chapter that comes along.
How do you tell the story of your life? Is it fiction or nonfiction? And, who you want to be the full author of that story?
Think about it.
I dedicate this post to my blogging friend Tiny Dancer. She has inspired the last couple of posts and I appreciate her perspective so much!!!!