Picked up a random poetry book From the crowded shelf. Quick easy hour read: Delight and wonder. Then, Found…
Sharing our Stories
Maya Angelou once wrote, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
Her words have always been my motto for life.
Sometimes when the day is almost over, the moon shines through the curtains, and I hear gentle sounds of piano music via my YouTube favorites, I think back to my life twenty-five ish years ago when I would lie in my twin size bed daydreaming about the future. What I never realized until more recently is that the future is now. My experiences from each day are a journey I am blessed to still be on.
A friend and her twenty-something year old son watched the movie, Disney’s The Rocketeer, with me yesterday. I remember watching this movie with excitement as a kid because of the romantically cute couple, the dreams of a young pilot, and the girl with beauty and brains. Since the movie is set in the 1930s, I also think about my grandparents (even though they didn’t marry till 1946) as a young couple. My friend’s son mentioned how he wished he could have known his grandparents when they were teenagers. I immediately picture my grandma Betty with her stunning alabaster face, red lipstick and cheery personality. When she was a teenager in the late ‘30s and early ‘40s, the country was going through a depression and a world war, and yet, in her little part of the world in the middle of California, she seemed to always be smiling. I know she had hardships, and I know she must have had dreams too. I wish I could talk to her again and ask her about her life back then.
One of my favorite memories as a child with Grandma Betty was listening to her stories about her life. I do not remember the stories unfortunately, just her presence pouring love and friendship into my soul. I want to remember her stories. All I have are some pictures and silent home movies.
If you had your choice, who would you go back in time to talk to again? Do you have a grandparent, aunt, uncle, friend that you would like to speak with one more time?
I remember one of the pieces of advice I received before I got married was to never go to bed angry. That has not always worked out, but I still appreciate that my husband and I have another day each time we wake to purposefully make our relationship better. That is another reason why I wrote my novel, Married to an Atheist A Love Story from Idaho.
We all have stories to share. We can all learn from each other. Those we have loved, past and present stay in our hearts for all time. Remembering the experiences we have shared with each other is what keeps us moving. I love that I can share about my faith journey with my readers. I bear witness to all I have learned from my marriage, even the rocky moments when I realized how different the man I married is from what I originally thought.
I want to share my stores with readers, anyone who might have a common connection, an insight to share. We need these bonds to make this crazy world more enlightening.
What story do you have to share? Connect with me!