Writing.

"It's funny the things you remember, in retrospect.
The bits of conversation, the intensity of emotions of a single moment, the exchanges and relations. Things that at the time, rustled in your chest, whispering significance. Things that at the time, you were unable to place in the order of things, within the context of your Story.

As I look back over the last five years of my life, and back even further still, I can see a thread, thin and almost indistinguishable at times, strong and taut at others. I wonder sometimes how those moments seem to know their own importance and embed themselves in our memories.
I am searching for this thread, finding the places where it is the strongest and most clear in order to trace it back through the thickets and brush, through the times and places in my Life where it was weak and faltering and so much harder to see. I am searching for the thread of my Story, in order to understand myself. In order to flesh out the bones and weave this thread into a tapestry of Life. Of My Life.

When we have sought and gained understanding of our own thread, our own Story we can perhaps better understand our place in the World, in the Weaving of Stories and find the ground to stand on in order to share those stories to mend tears and bridge divisions, to create healing and more Life.
Always more Life.

And so, i have found myself here. In the midst of a gut-wrenching, jaw-aching, tear-streaming struggle. A struggle of deep gratitude and joy- for I am laying out the groundwork of my Life, working out Who I Am and what it is I Am here for. "

...that's a bit of writing from awhile back. good to re-read, possibly expand upon. For this latest class I've been taking I had to write a spiritual autobiography. I was thinking about posting it.