“Telling stories is like letting out all the scared inside you.”
Sometimes my reader self finds a line so perfectly fit to my heart’s current fissures that it gets lifted and turned endlessly to and fro in my mind.
This is the month of stories. Stories surround me all the other months of days, but they’ve been stacking up inside, in a haphazard manner, not wanting to come forth per the usual flow.
So that line from that Jacqueline Woodson, is my flow. That’s ok.
Telling stories bursts out the happy.
Telling stories seeps out the hurt.
Telling stories wrenches out the sadness.
Telling stories spotlights the ordinary.
Telling stories finds the moments in between.
Telling stories connects the unknown to one another.
Telling stories reveals the regrets.
Telling stories frees the scared.
Telling stories puts light out into this world.
Even if they’re not light on the soul.
So here’s to March.
May all the things that stories do for us lift us up and carry us through.