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What story surrounds us -
formed beyond words;
crafted in wood, water, stone?
HilaryC

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We remember: spinning a yarn, weaving
a blanket of story. We are re-membered:
enfolded in memories , retold, made whole.

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Whose story is told?
Essential valued heard seen
For wholeness, each, all

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Chapter,  page and verse
With each second passing by
My story is lived

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I am not              The story             You tell about me

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I am not              The story             You tell about me

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“Where are you from?”

If only you knew

I come from stardust.

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Every life is a story.
The quest is to turn every story
Into poetry.

dm

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The whirling dervish tells her story with her body and spirit,
A leap over the small campfire, a daring moment.
Such feats are the dancing to the dream story told by God, sung out in 5/8 time, dancing in sandals, yet without one's feet being held to that fire.

--Mark Nielsen

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We tell stories, stories tell us

Who we are, who we want to be

Shaping and reshaping, in faith, with courage

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There are days when I think my life is fairly insignificant

But then I recall how one book can make or break a trip to the library

How one perfect story can tether us to this spinning rock in infinite space

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Listen carefully.
Whose voices shift and settle within?
What silence remains?

- SJM

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Some of our stories
Are many-storied buildings
It’s complicated!

WDRplus

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Once upon a time,
All the best stories begin
like this. Tell the tale.

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Common sense tells me that the closing chapters of my story are being told - right now.
How many more chapters?
How many more pages?
Will there be an exciting climax?
God only knows...
and I trust that He will be the co-author.

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I've sat by enough hospital beds and led enough funerals to know how this ends

I turned to the end of mysteries to read the last page, and it never helped

One day at a time, one page at a time, one laugh at a time, one tear at a time

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The story we keep telling ourselves is sucking the life out of us - new story new story new story please

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When the smiling girl asks me this question, I almost laugh- where do you want me to start?

My story is printed on my heart, but people think they can tell it the second they look at my uncomfortable posture

Our stories are all eternally linked- I am who I am because of those who love me- but how long will the collective tales still be told?

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In my youth
I was a self-harmer
Telling a story of sexual violence
By becoming
A victim and perpetrator of violence both
Twenty years later
My skin tells the story

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who writes the narrative
that is ours?
and to whom does
this story belong?

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Where are You in the story of today?
You in the construction, cooperation, and communion with earth and sky
You are in the springtime, sunshine, and slurping saag aloo
You are in the greening, giggling, and prancing like a prat!

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I was once a part of a great love 
an energy  
My soul was your soul too 

I came into this body for a brief stay 
to say 
I still am you

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Without the narrative, there is no shape, no power

Craft your story, it is the way to wholeness

Always be ready, though, for the lot twist

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When every single thing in my world fell away — partner, home, friends, self, trust,

Story remained.

Help me accept Your call to speak this truth.

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I swallow them up,
Gobbling as many as I can so that they might dwell inside me,change me,
Fearful that if I don’t let your stories reincarnate in me, I will be incomplete

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I cannot believe
I’m apart of the greatest
Story ever told

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When I was young, my stories were sometimes lies
to avoid punishment.
Am I now telling stories of truth in vulnerability
to invite others in?
May it be so.
GM

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I read this morning that fear prevents us from hearing the whole story. I think fear prevents us from telling our story.  Perhaps love will conquer the fear so each story can be told and heard from a place of compassion and caring.

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I read this morning that fear prevents us from hearing the whole story. I think fear prevents us from telling our story.  Perhaps love will conquer the fear so each story can be told and heard from a place of compassion and caring.