Saturday, October 7, 2017

A post about stories

I am the keeper of stories. Stories that are not my own. Stories of friends, of family members, of strangers. Stories that are shared with me in moments of quiet, of vulnerability, of need to just.tell.someone!

I am the keeper of stories. Some stories are ones that have been told before but just need one more telling.  They aren't so secret, more pressing on the conscience of the story teller. These stories usually require a response to help ease the mind of the story teller or refocus the direction. I take on the roll of mentor or guidance counselor, offering words of assurance, encouragement and sometimes gentle rebuke.

I am the keeper of stories. Other stories have been held close the heart of the story teller.  The stories are looking to be told but only to one who is safe.  Who won't share those stories again.  They don't need words of advice or wisdom or direction.  They are stories that simply need to be heard, without judgment.

I am the keeper of stories. With each story I sit in awe and wonder that for some reason this person chose me to share their stories. Honored at the trust and mindful of that trust as well.

I am the keeper of stories. Stories that I will never share because they aren't my own. Stories of sorrow, pain, anger, joy, fear, hope, grief, hurt and more. Stories that remind me of the vulnerability in even the strongest of souls. Stories that remind me that behind every face is a story just waiting to be told.

I am the keeper of the stories of others...and stories of my own. I wouldn't have it any other way.

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