We record our stories — with our voices, in print, in pixels — because, like string too short to be saved, our stories have their preciousness revealed by being carefully kept by ourselves and joyfully discovered by others. How rich and blessed I feel when I sharing stories with others, expressing my own, receiving theirs, weaving togeth…
We record our stories — with our voices, in print, in pixels — because, like string too short to be saved, our stories have their preciousness revealed by being carefully kept by ourselves and joyfully discovered by others. How rich and blessed I feel when I sharing stories with others, expressing my own, receiving theirs, weaving together our ecosystem of experiences and perspectives. (This newsletter being one of the loci where we share stories!)
We record our stories — with our voices, in print, in pixels — because, like string too short to be saved, our stories have their preciousness revealed by being carefully kept by ourselves and joyfully discovered by others. How rich and blessed I feel when I sharing stories with others, expressing my own, receiving theirs, weaving together our ecosystem of experiences and perspectives. (This newsletter being one of the loci where we share stories!)