Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Telling Stories

Sometimes, when you sit down with friends you haven't seen in a while, you find yourself telling them stories about your life. It is in those moments that you realize, by what you chose to tell the and what you chose to leave out, the things and people that are important to you. In those moments, you find yourself maybe bragging a little about the accomplishments or successes of another friend and you realize how proud you are of them. You might find yourself whitewashng the gossip they heard about another person and you realize that you care about that person and want to protect them as best you can. You might find yourself telling of something you did and notching it back a little bit because it sounds too good to be true and in that moment you realize what an amazing accomplishment you really did achieve and so you tell the whole story with pride. Sometimes, when you are telling good friends about your life and your experiences and the other people in your life, it is in the telling and not telling that you realize the stuff you are really made of. You hear yourself telling the things and people that are important to you. The audience to your stories smiles and nods and says nice things and reflects back on you and lets you feel proud and amazed at your own self and proud and amazed at the friends and family that make your life so rich.

1 comment:

  1. Seeing the lovely flowers tells me it might be time to visit MP once again.

    Are you there all summer??

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