What inspires you?
The greeting of an old friend, the acquiring of a new one.
Sunrise creeping across the landscape.
Sunset drawing down the golden daylight.
A sleeping child, deep in dreams.
A grown child, deep in thought.
A passage that speaks to the soul; a story that resonates.
The familiar, the cherished, the newly discovered and the once overlooked.
All have the capacity to inspire.
And the journey? While it will be different for each of us, our paths may converge, even intersect, and it’s at those points that we can share and relish our inspirations.
Lately, I’ve been recording my father’s stories. He tells a tale about a prank played on him by his older brother and his friends. As a young boy, dad loved to build model airplanes. His planes were made of balsam — very delicate and quite flammable. Dad would suspend his finished models from the ceiling of the bedroom he shared with his three brothers. One night, he was awakened by his brother screaming “Fire! It’s gonna crash!” Dad looked up to see one of his models aflame as it swung back and forth over his bed. The plane fell to the floor in a smoldering heap while his brother and his buddies collapsed in laughter. Today, as he tells the tale, we can chuckle together over his story, a once-painful experience that is now a fond memory of a brother he loved.
Everyone has a story to tell.
It’s in the sharing of our stories that we unearth their meaning, find inspiration, that we discover ourselves and our place in the world.
We do not live our stories alone. And in the telling, we explore relationships — with those who share our stories and those who hear them. Our perspectives, gained from our unique experiences, color the world.
The popularity of social media attests to the fact that we want to tell our stories. Even the shortest “tweet” is an attempt to capture a story in the making, and a call out for that story to be heard.
When I share my “status” with you, I’m telling you what’s going on in my world and inviting you to comment on my story,
maybe even tell me some of yours.
Tweets and statuses are fleeting. They float around in cyberspace and seldom do they land on a page that you can hold in your hand and return to with the flick of a finger. There is something solid and lasting about story captured between hard covers and passed, hand-to-hand, to be relished at leisure.
Tweet, blog or on paper, in the end what’s most important is just to tell our stories.
To keep them alive.