Comments on: Speaking of Stories…

By: pixie

pixie — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 08:12:38 +0000

I can always relate when you write of allowing yourself to be human. If we didn’t have a little dark detail on our sparkle, it would be too perfect, unreal, fake. I have come to prefer real, if only in hindsight at times. I do wish it were more comfortable, but I suppose growth doesn’t occur out of comfort.
Here’s to your growth, sister. Love you. Your stories are meaningful!

By: doorways traveler

doorways traveler — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 11:09:59 +0000

the words integration and disintegration keep coming up for me. all the stories, the pieces, they integrate into the fabric of who we are–triggered emotions and all. and, yet, when we tell the stories, we free them to disintegrate into the atmosphere. they become only vapors. there’s a little residue, but, like you said, that can be washed away with a few tears and the witness of a good friend.
you amaze me.

By: Paris Parfait

Paris Parfait — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 04:33:23 +0000

It’s funny how these stories appear at odd moments, reminding us of things we thought we’d dealt with and set aside. Two days ago I was washing dishes and heard a Sara Bareilles song, “Between the lines,” and suddenly I burst into tears, remembering something painful from my past. I think it’s only by telling our stories that we learn to let go of them. It doesn’t mean that we won’t remember them from time to time, but at least we won’t be haunted by them. And by confronting the residue of emotion, we move forward to embrace our present and our future. I think you are doing an amazing job with your writing; you are a true artist, in every sense of the word, Christine. xo

By: rani Shah

rani Shah — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:25:37 +0000

It’s a freeing thing to find yourself and be with who your really are! Thanks for sharing you!

By: denise

denise — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 10:08:08 +0000

i love you.

By: Art Visions

Art Visions — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 04:19:43 +0000

Thanks for sharing your geniune self and your truth.

By: sperlygirl

sperlygirl — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:22:52 +0000

i admire and appreciate how you are processing these stories in your life and although acknowledging them – allowing them to flow through you. it isn’t easy being human – connecting, feeling deeply, holding on, letting go – but it is comforting to know we share similarities in how we approach our stories…and i believe what you said was key – ‘our stories do not define us’. take good care. warmly, s

By: Kerstin

Kerstin — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 22:35:25 +0000

Tonight I had a very upsetting phone conversation with a close friend that left me me in tears and anger. Then I came here and read this. And even though you are referring to a very different kind of situation, your words stirred something within me. And they caused me to send my friend an apology, they caused me to let my heart speak (reluctantly so, because I still felt upset over what she had said), and I am so glad I did. It turns out that we wrote to each other at the same time, putting our friendship ahead of all else, and then feeling so relieved that at the end of the day our hearts guided us in the right direction. Being a human being feels so messy at times and maybe that’s all we need to do to be authentic: accept the messiness and keep on trying. Hugs, Kxo

By: Shari

Shari — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 20:15:36 +0000

First, how can you fail at being you? Whatever is happening is exactly what should be happening, that even applies to tears. Second, maybe love is the answer. Maybe the answer is to love this powerful story when it rears its ugly head; maybe for no other reason than for its part in shaping you into the AMAZING human being that you are. Whatever stories have formed you, the good, the bad, the mundane, have allowed you to reach and inspire all of us way out here. That is truly something. You will probably never know how much or how many lives you have affected by being exactly who you are! A good book you might like….Loving What Is by Byron Katie.

By: deb

deb — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 20:07:17 +0000

When things bug me, even though I think I’ve let them go, I’m thinking, maybe I’m not done with them yet. Maybe there’s something I still need to learn. I’m also learning and believing that sad passes, as does joy. I’m learning to let them sweep through me but not let them drag me under. It’s slow, painfully slow.
Your last sentence, that’s what I’m working on as well. Take care.