Stories live in our bodies

Our stories live in our bodies,

like animals within the confines of the forest.

They are safe there, but they need to be expressed.

Let your body live your story, leaking out rays of its light and dance to the life all around it.

And when it is time, let you body be absorbed back into the ground, sowing its particular story into the earth to become one with all the other stories since the dawn of time.

Our stories need to be shared.

They are crying to be shared with others.

Sometimes our bodies are in pain, holding on to some trauma, grief or anger, which is held; safe kept in the compliant, faithful body, until the time should be right for it to be released. Our wise bodies know when that time is.

Let them live there; trust their bounty, their wisdom.

That of your stories, and your body.

Over time your body will shed the husks of the stories that are no longer yours to carry within you.

And still after more time, your true stories will grow in you, blossoming like flowers and fruit. When they are ripe for the plucking, then others will pluck your stories and eat them to nourish their own bodies – in this way we help each other.

Trust your stories.

Trust your body to keep them safe for as long as they need to be in you. And to release them when the time is right.

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