I just realized I started this blog a month ago. Wow. It has been fun so far. It has been neat to put some ideas down, and to write. I have been pleasantly surprised to find that the words seem to float out of my fingers. I am looking at my world a little differently. I am looking for stories and ways of describing life. That makes me more aware. Aware is generally good. Most days.
Since hooking up with Word Press, I have been able to read some really cool blogs. I have learned new things. I have comiserated with some. Laughed at others. My sister and a friend are now in here with plans to write. How cool!
I love seeing my stats improve. Yesterday I had over 100 views! It was so exciting….but then, some days it doesn’t take much.
I’ve enjoyed being able to share stories with people. Some of the stories were scary to publish. I worried about what people might think. I didn’t think I could express myself well enough on those topics. Happily, I have gotten some good feedback. Even people who were on the bus with me on that fateful trip, have approved.
We all have our stories to tell. Story telling is very healing. My work has allowed me to hear people’s stories and to watch them grow as they own and tell these stories. Residential school survivors who trusted me with some horrific tales. Sex abuse survivors who shared things no one else has heard. Of course, not all the stories I hear are tragic. I also get to hear of celebrations and strengths.
I don’t know what direction I’ll head next. I’ll be putting one foot in front of the other, and will continue to tell my story. I will also continue to celebrate the stories of others around me.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. ~ Maya Angelou